vulvo

the thing i liked best about not having a car was the excuse that i couldn't go somewhere because i couldn't get there.
i also spend more money having a car: on the car itself, and because of it i go places where i spend money.
i also get lazy and don't walk/bike. which is nice, since it's ass-frigid out there, and "ass" is the operative word here.
it's my sister's old volvo. the old volvo symbol contains a "male" insignia (circle, line, arrow). my sister put a huge silver "female" insignia (circle, line, cross) over it. it's gay.

fuck cars.

hi

i'm in...delaware.

everything on fire even more than ever

complete loss of faith in man. rage and blood on the brain. death death death.

now, three bikes have been stolen from me. this one was chained around a lamppost, through the frame and through the front wheel. it was not my fancy expensive bike.

i was left with the entrails of a severed lock.

i curse you with kidney stones, shingles, hateful and mentally retarded children, and impotence.
fuck you, shithead.