spaceman
Lifer
Originally posted by: ConstipatedVigilante
Originally posted by: spaceman
the future could be just utter fucking desolation
'94 was a year man, boy was it ever
i could go over alysons house
we could die our hair all colors of the rainbow.
idealism was alive
drop some paper head up to the rope swing to laugh
let me tell you something
fuck THIS present, which was that future. i loathe it.
punch my fucking ticket to '94 and i'll never come back!
Was that supposed to rhyme or something?
SUPPOSED to rhyme?
what the fuck do YOU MEAN SUPPOSED TO RHYME?
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN! YOU ASSHOLE:frown: