Thursday, July 30, 2009

cats and puppies

i looked at adam. a formidable force; trained by the elite. hunting and foxes are something i relish, yet i forsee as the "ad hoc" of our existence. is adam really.....really? was that beer a liquid or really the sugar to a diabetic? i could argue both sides. sides are shaped by the unimaginable cunts who feel sunglasses and clothing are the GREATEST INVENTION EVER! i want to drop dead, and just yell verbose nomenclatures to some kitty lover....wait. i love kitties. when you oh fuck off die im the mostjk ;/d,msnlksf/nlfs,
crowds gather, but i am anonymous. stella, you are a babe. "well im a fucked up mess." congrats. i fish, read books, and try to write. this blog is for the birds. blog? rhymes with dog. who i believe are doctors at the start. i love dog's. i also love the freedom i feel when i see new york. one day. one day. i wish nothing upon my enemies. really. i am in love. i am in love i am in love. if you'd open your eyes to a movie moment finish, i wouldnt be happy. i like this, i like the enamored diatribe. goodnight.