drives. It's an old, bronzed-up Cadillac that I tried to buy off of her and she said "when I get the

battery jumped, I'll knock on yr door". I don't even want the car anymore, but I'd sure as fuck like the

parking space. It's prime real estate. Bitch - I'm gonna have that car REMOVED by the weeks end.

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!? I bet she ate the keys to the beast. As a side note, one day we were talking on the stoop about random

biznass and she started passing gas - like bubbly, liquidized go'n change-yr-britches gas. Like I didn't

notice - she was all about "um, excuse me for just a moment". Was I there when she returned? No,

mother. Move your old fucking car or I'm gonna hold a breakdancing contest from 1985 on the

windshield of that bitch. She goes camping alot, too. I hope she was home tonight. "MARY

ANNE!!!!!!!!!!!" Yeah - this isn't a story.. . this is my band name. Non-fiction. Dot com. Yeah - I hate on

people sometimes, but not just for a rise in the ol' trousers. I want that space. Anyone can be a bitch -

it ain't just a wo_man thing. Bitches have two cars, and waste areas of my life. Cease and decide, exist

and exit! Lead, follow or MOVE YOUR GODDAMN'd WASTEBUCKET! This is the eye of the tiger through

the skull of a boy - workin' my way to your stoop, poop'umpants.

-Hunter S. Thompson

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<B>Next Year Is Shaping Up To Be Real Awesome</B>

The fountain dried up years ago
Now the youth is dying slow

This old truck can't escape the place I'm from
My home looks like a gun
My home looks like a gun
We cover up but our minds rot in the sun

That's why I walked away
From the bridges that pierce the southern sky
The sunshine state is waiting to die, waiting to die

Just pretend we've never met

I'm not ready for it yet
My mouth is dry, the interior's soaking wet
If I forget I'll want to stay
If I forget I'll want to stay
Just pop the trunk and I'll be on my way

Make the drop-off in Gainseville tomorrow night
Put down our feral love before we say goodbye
The sunshine state is waiting to die

Put the cash in my hand
Put the gun back in your pants
Put the car into gear
Drive our love away from here
Put the past in the ground
These everglades are haunted and I want them to burn down

I'll take local roads to the Georgia line
Those ghouls will take whatever you supply

The sunshine state is waiting to die

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" 'What does that mean -- 'tame'?'
'It is an act too often neglected,' said the fox. 'It means to establish ties.'
' 'To establish ties'?'
'Just that,' said the fox. 'To me you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need for you. And you, on your part, have no need for me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me you will be unique in all the world. To you I will be unique in all the world...'

'Please -- tame me!' he said.

"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. 'But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.'
'One only understands the things that one tames,' said the fox... 'If you want a friend, tame me...'
'What must I do, to tame you ?' asked the little prince.
'You must be very patient,' replied the fox. 'First you will sit down at a little distance from me -- like that -- in the grass. I shall look at you from the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstanding. But you will sit a little closer to me every day... "

I'm so sick of your verbal abuse that if my vomit were steel I could erect you a skyscraper.

fuck yr shit.

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