Monday, September 19, 2005

Stream of unconsciousness

Back.

I'm poor. My housing project was destroyed. My city smells of feces, death, and decay. I watched my grandmother drown two weeks ago. My sister was raped by gangs one week ago. I DON'T REALLY GIVE A SHIT IF THE SAINTS WIN OR NOT. I know what we should do. Pool up all the money raised for New Orleans and bet it on the point spread tonight. Fuck it, lets take the money line. Double down nigga! Break yo self fool!

Is it just me or does the shows Laguna Beach and My Sweet Sixteen make you uncontrollably angry. I would brutally murder everyone I have ever seen on either of those shows. I wouldn't feel bad about it either. And guess what. If I find a ladybug in my house, I'll take it outside.

So we got George Bush I trying to fundraise now. Good for him. He shoulda told his senile old bitch to keep her ignorant mouth shut though. Come to think of it, he oughta tell his son that as well.

Do you think the NFL players are really talking to people on the phone. I'll bet they are talking to their friends/family/and or agents.

"You got talent"-Bert
"I got talent? So what beat me?"-Fast Eddie
"Character."-Bert

And the darkness closes in....