what are you going to do about him? i really don't know. every time i try to help, he pushes me further away. it's so frustrating.   | i searched for so long to find another human and when i finally did, he was, is, just so ... unhinged. | that's being polite about it. yes it is. because g is my friend, just like i wanted you to be. | i did say it was a shame we hadn't met under different circumstances. | christ, it's like i'm on a bad trip with no end in sight. maybe... when was the last time you checked the "used by"s on those foobs? some of them look pre-war. |
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Mmmm, Pre-war foob, nom nom nom.
Elsewhere on planet Earth:
DISAPPOINTMENT REIGNS SUPREME frowny face
I've just discovered that Mr Bon Jovi declaims that:
"I'm a colt in your stable"
and not:
"I'm a goat through your stable"
in the (some say undeservedly but fuck them, right? Right.) popular 1990 hit "Blaze of Glory".
My life is officially over.
Although, with lyrics like, "I'm a colt in your stable", I'm surprised he wasn't more of a gay icon.
If I'm subjecting his lyrics to close analysis, I should subject my own to same scrutiny.
HAPPY RAINBOW UNICORN SCIENCE POWERS GO!
Well I'll be, if "I'm a goat through your stable" doesn't sound like a euphemism for a difficult bowel movement...
Still, I hope he chokes on all those cheese platters I sent.
Mind you, if he ate even half of them, a goat through his stable would certainly be on the cards, as it were.
