Monday, May 24, 2010

…with heavy eyes

the bastard humps to the airport once more.

this time it's not for business.

it's to be a proud father and to bring his back to meet his new sister and to spend the summer with him.

it isn't the most conventional life but, I'll take it

but, only if foursquare makes me the mayor of the effing jet blue terminal.

some thoughts on the lost finale so stop reading


"oh hai, we all died in a plane crash over the pacificand the afterlife plays out like a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel. here's six year you ain't gettin back shiteyes".

you may now enjoy your regular programming.

—the bastard

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