Wanna know an old trick to get the bill collectors to stop calling? PAY WHAT YOU OWE, DOUCHEBAG!
Posted on Wednesday March 2nd
About me
Here glaring cold in the crystalline geometry of night, obscuring form and tracing faceless fears of a superhuman immensity in a patch of sand or a raptor's guileless shivering intensity, I'm only a visitor, an atom of atoms on a jutting red splattered synagogue of granite as it crouches literally into space . . . a frozen, amoral giant gazing heavenward forever . . .
