today i take a stand against the saftey child lock windows in the back seat of cars. great honk, i’m a big girl, i want to roll my window down all the way. especially when i am puking out of it going down the freeway. since i can not properly stick my head out due to the fact it’s only half way down, i am forced to vomit all over my own hair, jacket, and down the outside of the car, at a speeding velocity. had i had the opportunity to roll the fucker down all the way, i could have more easily controlled the angle and arc as to which my stomach rot flew, and not have to go scrape pizza off of my friends car. or out of my hair. i’m just sayin’.
“watching porn with wack and hizzle and i keep having dreams in the back of my head about baby deer and how sweet they are on the inside. and the dandelions and the cabonated drinks, the over-sized DJ headphones and m&m’s crunching underneath slippered hoofs. i see them during christmas time baking bread. zack walks nude with teva shoes through the sunset, glowing with a backlight, as that from a barn window or a galaxy snicker bar. her infectionitical vagina is seeping, professing self hatred and regret. chocolate milk moustaches on the face of a safari chieftains shall never solve any complicated riddle. perhaps sphinx and WAIT PAUSE ‘this cock has good mass’ CONTINUE shitballs the tangent is forever lost can she moan in no other voctave? damn the things i could fill my ears and accomplish WEAR WHERE is your confidence? as i lift my own tail to examine its state of droopedness between my legs. well at least it’s not piss this time. his balls seeping through the hole, between the thick board and her dead tongue. glimmer peaks from jewels to snow, the bangled birds land and sip warm leek soup. this jr. high stage set is actually starting to do something for me…bring me my toys darling! fucking darling who will never deserve me. yes, you secretly know who you are. I AM SERIOUS. and when i say the color elastics were seizing out with great velocity and attaching to my retinas, i was not suggesting mere fairytales. this was my mortal existence. —-awww shit. now i just want to touch myself.”
i am most certain that i would rather not know what was really going on that evening. but i can only imagine. hah. good times folks, good times.
why did the grandma cross the road?
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to get a piece of cheese.
hahah!
i am looking for a new place to live starting october 1st. if ANY of you know anyone that has a place available, is looking for a roommate, ANYTHING, will you please let me know? i was hoping to find a place closer to sugarhouse or liberty park as i work in the area. (this is in utah, of course) i can go no higher than $400 ish. the only catch is that i have a dog. oh and a baby tortoise. oh…and two fish….but they are all so well behaved and adorable! and easily contained. and not smelly in the least.
oh wait and that includes me too! please keep me in your thoughts and prayers ;)
love, quinn.
deep realization whilst sitting on top of the tallest “scariest” roller coaster at lagoon.
“i need more than this.”
“my needs are not being met.”
cedar point? six fags?
also. i am having an impromptu art show at nastalgia coffee. (248 east 100 south-salt lake city, ut) http://nostalgiacoffee.com —->it is mostly old, old work, but hey, you should come and buy it anyways so i can support my drug habits. hah i wish my habits were cool enough to involve drugs. but seriously, i really wasn’t joking about the buying part. seriously.
i don’t mean to neglect. i have little and or no internet access right now. sorry. even as i type, i find myself on a time limit. we must have faith. and patience.
