Sunday, February 05, 2006

I KILL YOU

DONALD DARKO

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness. It was the spring of hope, the winter of despair, the summer of love, and the fall of the house of Usher. I built that fucking house with my own two hands. And still it fell apart. Whatever.

They're sharpening their knives behind your back even as we speak. Eat me.

7 comments:

zenmonki said...

Words never suffice
Feelings seem real
We sit puzzled

Buffer said...

I'm so fucking turned on by this.

Goo said...

Do you taste like liver? I wil eat you if you taste like liver.

Josephine said...

inte visste jag att SAPA hade en filial i Falun...

Koala Mentala said...

Feelings are real.

Aren't we all?

I taste like chicken.

They rhyme with mapa.

Sara said...

Remember a long time ago when Sammy posted a picutre of a duck's ass? And then we talked about rum? Those were good times, man. Goooood times.

On another note, I agree with Buffer completely.

Buffer said...

Rum rhymes with bum.