and i forgot the whoa.

the music isnt around. its a fine morning without music, and if youve never heard of sarcasim, let me intoduce the two of you know. *punch*

Lemme start off by saying fuck you, and die. havent gone there in a while, and it feels good to be back. somewhat warm, somewaht cozy, somewaht i dont give a fuck. equal parts really, for the ones who care.

too much noise right now, must kill with robots.

so it was shitty this morn. my car was wearing a thin sheet of ice, like a sex maniac wears laytex body suits.

all tight, hard to get off, and somewhat erotic. but thats neither here nor there. and if it was there, id sue you for stealing it, because it doesnt like to leave its area, and i know i didnt do it. you bastard. come take my shit again and ill take your left hand ON A DATE.

thats it for now, because im tired of you.

-Demo