the fallen optimist & me got puppets, got drunk, got mark, got uh, drifty. i end up in a bottle washing up on the shores of desert islands. there is alot of primal male agression electrifying our dynamic, so thats cool. also, we were soaking in the cheap stuff. notice the red circle. on the fourth piece of the map you can see the skull n' crossbones what markt the spot. i swear three people wanted to have sex with me. & i got home without trauma. how much mosquito is that ratcatching apple cruller termagent? vitrol & liquor.
today i saw kill bill again & oh got a joint account.