....hmmm....what about him...? Well he was stupid as hell and ugly as shit, and did not know enything about gardening or enything else. When the man whitout pants realized that his shirt was dirty he changed it and felt happy, or sad. On monday morgings he used to sat on the big rock on he´s frontyard and thinked about he´s past and future. Then he realized that he had never left hes yard, never. He went in and put on pants and went to see the big world. The world accpted him as he was. He was thirtynine yearold when he went to the big world. He made me understand that there is more to it than just a rock and life without pants. He was almost my verybest friend...
Jesus A.D.I.D.A.S.
Uusimmat blogimerkinnät
- Monkeys Ways 29.12.
- All for the Inventions of Whole 05.11.
- Sometimes in the present time 12.09.
- The thing in the ¨thing¨ 09.04.
- RailRoad from Here to Wherever 04.06.
- The Great Loss of Howard´s People 28.12.
- Killer of virginity 19.08.
- Libido machine,Frank 26.06.
- Gurfeus talks 28.04.
- I wish i was a sailor man 18.04.
Selaa blogimerkintöjä
- ▶ 2009 (1)
- ▶ 2008 (3)
- ▶ 2007 (1)
-
▼
2006 (13)
- ▶ joulukuu 2006 (1)
- ▶ elokuu 2006 (1)
- ▶ kesäkuu 2006 (1)
- ▶ huhtikuu 2006 (3)
- ▶ maaliskuu 2006 (5)
- ▶ helmikuu 2006 (2)