on the radio, you'll hear "november rain."

this is how it works
you're young until you're not
you love until you don't
you try until you can't
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath

no, this is how it works
you peer inside yourself
you take the things you like
and try to love the things you took
and then you take that love you made
and stick it into some--
someone else's heart
pumping someone else's blood
and walking arm-in-arm
you hope it don't get harmed
but even if it does
you'll just do it all again

-regina spektor, "on the radio"

"you want a war? you've got a war."

OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK

I JUST HAD A CENTIPEDE IN MY FUCKING BATHROOM

AGAIN

IDK IF YOU RECALL THE CENTIPINCIDENT OF AUGHT-SEVEN BUT IT STILL HAUNTS ME

AND NOW I HAVE ENCOUNTERED SON OF CENTIPEDE

I VANQUISHED HIM WITH SOME ALL-PURPOSE LYSOL (BECAUSE IF ALL-PURPOSE DOES NOT INCLUDE CENTIPEDE DEATH I AM NOT INTERESTED) BUT STILL WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS

I WAS BRUSHING MY TEETH AND HE WAS JUST ~THERE~

NOW I HAVE THE CREEPY-CRAWLIES LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER

SOB SOB SOB DNW DNW ETC


D:

"actually, i'm who you gotta blow to get a drink around here."

ahahahahahaha, omg, if you are at all interested in david cook you should REALLY read this article. there are tequila shots and a porn star. i'm not making this up. XD

scans under the cut.

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