Addictions are ducks, but many are human!
 

where to, was it?

The year punk broke?

I was so young and easily impressed.

i like the arm holding a baby's apple kind of wurst.

this kind of thing is why I stay.

not where was it--where TO-- go forth to... WHERE.

do you know?

wherever the divine hand with pointed finger tells us to go...

see here canabero? that's what i'm talking about.

of course i've been out of touch with the divine for ages-- hence my lack of direction.

just look to the skies, !@#$%!, and thee hand will show you the way. every day.

i looked into my pants instead, and read the tea leaves.

us atheists must often resort to supertition

did you drink yon elixir of skinhead violence?

my mind is turning into kind of a fine gelatinous ball of pepper

I like this thread

You don't stay for me?

I only half meant that anyway