Except in my eyes I didn't do anything wrong. Yeah but baby the self never does anything wrong. Yeah but baby I'm drunk and looking towards those altruistic means -- although nobody ever reads my blog. Yeah but baby you never promote your blog... Oh yeah, well, maybe I can hire the Old Spice marketing department. Think anyone ever returns a half-used deodorant stick for his $ back? Ah, flock that, yes, 23 not so long ago -- when all the time in the world was mine. It makes me think of that guy who said "I will not back down; I will not go quietly." Well, I can't think of his name, so he must have retreated a little, maybe even ended the world with a whimper. Flock it, might as well go quietly -- ride off into the sunset with unpunctuated sentences. But hey, if I was smarter than you I would have kicked your ass on the SATs -- would have morphed into Frank Zappa and obtained some ambassador status in a Checked Republic. Alas, no, I spell Czech like Check and some total verbose asshole writes the phrase "propitiatory lupanar" in the foreword to some Borges book. Propitiatory lupanar, my 23 year old, unpunctuated ass...

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.