At Least The Animals Are Inside
Saturday, December 27th, 2008I get fucking pain after all those fucking animals drive with machines over me to drive of the Willamette. What the fuck do the animals need those non-animal machines to move their fat asses over me to the otherside of the Willamette. Fucking don’t make a shit bit of sense to me. This is just not needed. And I don’t give a fuck who the fuck needs to get across the river they don’t need to do it over me. It fucking hurts. It brings pleasure knowing a little frozen mist will keep those fucking animals inside their fucking homes and holes they fucking hide in.