I fashioned a mask for myself in the night and this is it. Please enjoy my new look and if you desire to kiss me put your tongue through the eyeholes. UF leaves tomorrow for a whole month. Sniff. Me sad. So. Who wants to go out and get wrecked with me tomorrow night? I mean really really awfully badly wrecked, like worse than this mask.
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This is an invitation for nude wreckage. Maybe some spitting and some witchcraft. Pursing of lips and scheming, paranoia. Right?
Scowling also.
I am happy to give you time to mull this over Ms. Monkee. Take as much time as you require. Make sure not to damage your nubz during this period of mulling.
MM, you know I am game to lick you in the eyehole. There is no need to ask, or for me to think things over. Will you massage my bone spurs if I bring some chilled Andre for us to share?
geez mm, I just upchucked.
Lambchop that sounds so nice. Yes. I say yes.
Hey burned why you upchuck? What color was it? What was the texture?
The picture makes me remember old times. Times when I was raw and wounded by slights and grievences. There were times when my skin was so tender that a summer breeze would sting in all the creases. These are things I don't wish on anyone and especially on your face. there is no nude wreckage that is good wreckage. EXCEPT for S&M. Okay, listen to me so that you keep your totality as a human bing intact and under control.
Why are you so delicate. Smarten up, look at the savagery of society. you must get some bandages. But, I don't want to. I don't want the scar tissue and the headache of bleaching creams. Okay. just do it so that you can leave your fear behind. Okay I will try to do it. I will order my thoughts into a cosmic mess. I hate it when I lose my heart.
Ok Burned. I am listening to you.
Cosmic Mess, it's ok to be delicate. Bleaching creams are a blessing, no need to smarten up.
They are costly while red blood needs only tissues for dabbling. I dabbled in reconstructive surgeries for my backside and frontsides. It was wreckage.
It hurts so much to see my face on the cover of your blog. It hurts because it is real. Not a grimace. That is a smile. A genuine pleasant outlook on the world is only earned by tearing off skin and sinew.
It is bruising. I am not well in the head so it is comforting to consider the innards.
your innards are exceptional. Very sensitive to the wind and also the quiet. The ponds of peace, may they rest inside your cathartic sensibilties.
I will get wrecked with you over the phone.
I'll get wrecked with you. that sounds like something I could do without too much effort.
Lets go to the TGIF on 36th and 9th and pick up some secretaries.
I'm there. I mean I am already there now.
I am surrounded by secretaries. It's unbelievable.
MM, maybe you should work on the advice cube while UF is away. then you can stay occupado. I will be your first customer.
Let me get back to you with my question or if you're unwilling to wait, you can just give me general advice. Thanks a mil.
I want to soul-fuse with the secrataries. This might require some coke? Lets bring your face substitute so they have a place to put their tongues.
Geez. I am a secretary. Take me away please.
awwww. The advice cube!! KRix, I had forgotten!
i'll wanna get wrecked with you, mm.
i mean "i wanna"
Allright let's go get wrecked, fuse with secretaries, and give advice for money. Just remember to bring money for blow and an extra face in case of emergency. I can't wait.
MM, everyone, come to my beige pen. I am getting ready to booze it up. There are 'quasi-secretaries' everywhere waiting for the log of blow.
i'm cutting it now.
with that and all the poo-smearing going on over here's it's a total TGIF parteeee.
fuck yea thaz the shit.
Oh my! MM, I've been so busy I could not comment on your new look. You wear it well. Just goes to show how you can pull off any look...and any mask.
FB! Have some for me. I am sorry not to be there partaking. And MM, I cannot booze it up tomorrow, but any other time...just call.
yay FB! rock out of there. Forever and ever.
please cut me a slice of blow. we were w/o the mo'fkn internet all day. i'm tense.
fb, are you wrecked yet? did you have a 3 martini lunch? kick the CEO? sing karaoke in the employee stadium?
if you stay wrecked you can just join MM tomorrow. I'll bring the grain alcohol.
seriously, i am the most troubled of the cast of teh play. people are so weird. i need to eat now.
yes, me = ?
ooh, sorry, those above posts make no sense. they were from the drunken babbles. I will have to hunt around and make sure that I didn't make any other messes.
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