On Sunday, November 21, 2021 at 7:55:53 AM UTC-8, roach wrote:
On Sunday, November 21, 2021 at 6:29:52 AM UTC-8, roach wrote:
On Sunday, November 21, 2021 at 6:20:55 AM UTC-8, This is Mike MCCLINTON wrote:
On Sunday, November 21, 2021 at 5:59:10 AM UTC-7, roach wrote:
On Saturday, November 20, 2021 at 3:26:43 PM UTC-8, This is Mike MCCLINTON wrote:
On Friday, November 19, 2021 at 9:03:06 PM UTC-7, % wrote:
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extra lonely tonight
When I feel lonely , I think of you .. so stay strong and face forever
when i think of you, i touch myself
That’s nice, have a nice day
i can't decide if i am an elephant, a dog, or a whale.
happy sunday
let's go flea marketing then come home and eat a nice ham (jk)
(i actually like flea markets very much. great finds)(ham is gross)(i only ingested it once by accident, when they put it in the split pea soup at norm's, and it took me a few bites to realize, and i threw a tempestuous temper tantrum yelling that now i
have to go to the bathroom and throw up. i went to the bathroom, but didn't throw up, cuz there wasn't really enough food to do it, and i was tired, but i was just so fucking furious.)
paul met flea at the jewish cemetary, when he was there with a friend visiting his friend's dad. they talked.
my dog had fleas a few times. it was sort of like that ape socializing thing. she didn't itch, but there would be a few wandering around on her, so she would stretch out, and lie there, and i would pet her, and look for fleas, and squeeze them between my
fingers. it was a nice bonding activity.
i'll never forget that one time i came home, when we had moved into hollywood, on sycamore, when we first got to this abominable city, the house where i was born backwards,, and then moved off the planet...she was scratching madly like the devil (no pun
intended), and i freaked out, like, omg, custard!?!!?!?!?!??! what's wrong!?!?????!??!?! i immediately inspected her, and there was *a whole fucking colony* who had gathered and infested the dermis at the top base of her tail.
right away, i threw her in the bathtub, and scrubbed her vigorously with the doggie shamwow for two hours, until she was pristine pure, clean and fresh like a golden crystal gem on a snowy morn, and we got into my cozy houseboat dylan comforter bed for
two, to celebrate and cuddle!!!! and probably order a pizza or something, awaiting that fateful night....when i died, went to hell, then was reborn and reawoke in the bible, leading me to manifest destiny, my beloved, bob dylan, who is never coming back,
because he's mean and doesn't take me seriously.
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