|you hold the power of greyskull now, skeletor.
||[Oct. 6th, 2004|10:33 am]
|||||crown me king- chinese banquet beer.||]|
part of the plan, right? i mean, why do we have all these harpoons if we arn't supposed to sink captain nemo, cut the head off moby dick & drink deep of the lamp oil? all these long, sharpened spears, liked violent grappling hooks. we'll swing across gotham city on them, i'll bet. i think that is what we're supposed to do. i don't know, its wednesday, right? you can't have the lightning without the thunder. you can't have the lightning without the hunger. repeating myself like fanning the hammer of a colt single action army. i'll take long drinks, long swings. i might telegraph a punch but you'll still be knocked down.
yesterday was like a fucking personal ad. enjoys: long walks in the park, blacksploitation films, pumpkin flavoured beer. must be bookish, confidant, wicked. no fatties! i sure do like having a day off on the same day as my girlfriend does. a pretty fucking decent date, i'll tell you what. with left-overs from dinner to take in to work. who could knock that door down? well i don't have to, i found a set of keys near the magical epicenter of prospect park.