I’m tempted – really tempted – to post a bunch of random-ass shit at random intervals. After all, the central point of THEE DIM LOCATOR is to liberate myself (creatively speaking, or…) from my usual duties at Zero Tolerance and especially elsewhere, to blow off The Proverbial Steam.
But how random is Random? Like this? Mygirlfriendbrokeupwithmemyparentsthinki’mabumiliveinpovertyi’mafailurei’mthegreatestletthegovernmentgivememoneythere’speoplewatchingmyhouseyoudon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingaboutpeoplereallyaren’treadingthiswhydoihavetopayforsexyourshitstinksworsethanminei’mgonnastartashitzinemusicsucksicandobetterthere’snotenoughtimeinthedayforthisoristheretoomuchtimetimeisrunningoutandnowthisthoughtisdone Or like this?
Guess we’ll have to find out. So, I’ll reserve such titled posts for just such shit…maybe literally. Again, guess we’ll have to find out.
I’m just as curious as you are. To the depths, soon enough…
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