“The same nigga that called your momma a bitch
That called your wife a ho
Yo, see that nigga go?
Storm that mothafucka, blast that mothafucka, stab that mothafucka,
Get at that mothafucka
Ain’t chy’all mothafucka’s suppose to have beats?”— M.O.P., Instigator
Clover:I mean Eccleston he had one of those thick manly one, and Tennant probably has a long skinny one he's too proud of, but I bet Matt Smith is one of those tall skinny white boys who's got himself a horsecock.
Me:This is what you think about when you watch Doctor Who?
time to start the apartment search in earnest, earnest-ness. though this weekly hotel ain’t so bad. cheap, cheerful (actually mostly old gay men and art students), and well located. lawyers, guns, and money.
“Now the light fades out,
and I wonder what I’m doing in a room like this
there’s a knock on the door
and just for a second I thought I remembered you
so now I’m alone
and now I can think for myself
about little deals and issues
and things I just don’t understand”— Gary Numan, “Are Friends Electric”
A couple of times in conversation today chicks I know said “the guy I’m in love with” and then got all premenstrual on me when I scoffed at them. Had I been more articulate, I would have said “listen, I don’t believe anyone is in love until you can feel it. Like in the wires. In the way you talk and see the universe. You? You’re not IN LOVE. You have A BOYFRIEND. You get on, and he gives you attention, and you give him blowjobs and he puts up with you singing along to your shitty girl music. Congratulations, it’s another mainstream eighteen month relationship. You break up. You’re not in love. You’re not fucking lovers. You’re not in love until you’d burn the world down, cross the country, cut off your extremities and leave everything without a blink. That’s love. Now stop being a dumb cunt.”
Them again when I do say things like that they remind me I’ve been single for years thanks to the uncompromising attitude problem.