Hunting Draggons

This actually happened last week, but I just found it:


This morning it was not bloody murder, it was not panic attack, it was the end of the world. All hell had broken loose and the demons were escaping thru the gates of the abyss and I better get up and brush her damn it!!!. It was 8:15am and she had it with me sleeping. Who do I think I am not getting up like mammi does and paying proper attention to the kitty....and then by 10am when the blood lady got there she was back in her nap sack dreaming of hunting dragons and fighting wolverines....the little brat!.

I'm back....for good

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! shit shit shit. I just wrote this thing about life, L and all that shit that happened to me the last few months and then I hit the wrong button and its gone!!!! fcuk!!!.

yeah, I know it says fcuk and not fuck!.

FUCK...fornicating Under The Consent of the King. trust me on that one.

el agua esta en el barro, el barro en el ladrillo, el ladrillo en la pared y en la pared esta una foto tuya.

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