The hermaphrodite that bit Prometheus

Whats got two thumbs and won two tickets to the girls hockey college playoffs….Right….Here. That probably works better if you can see me. Wooooo! Gonna see some bitches fight it out. HIT HER SHE SAID YER THIGHS ARE FAT! OHHHHH, YEA! DANCE YOU FUCKIN PUPPET, IM ANNDY!

Which reminds me were in the store and Im like hey Erin ya wanna candy bar?
No.
Good, cause you dont need it.
“Whats that mean?”
“Ohhhh I think you know god damn well what it means.”

See chicks dont always have the greatest sense of humor but one thing ya can count on them laughin at, is if you insinuate their gettin chubby.

Ya know I think if I had one wish and a poor imagination Id wish for a fat bag a weed and Muppet Babies on DVD. Now to the bulk. I wrote a poem on lunch today. I call this dangerous experimentation in prose…Im not wearing boxers. (Picture like bongos and a bass line and the cooooooolest muthfucka you ever seen sittin on a stool on open mic night in a smoke filled obscure coffee house)

Dont call me Anndy
Thats my slaaaaaaave name. Thats the name Walmart employees called me to ask if they could help when theyd see me wandering disillusioned through the underwear aisle like a dreamer trying to remember where he put his wings.
YEa…yea you can help me.
You can point me in the direction of freedom
Yea you can help me
You can tell me where you keep the dignity.
Hell point me to Taco Bell. Point me away from the depotism that constrains and smothers my twins that contain my man stew of life.
Thats how you can help me friend
Cause Ive stolen the key. Ive stolen the key that unlocks the cottony CHAAAAAAAAINS of tyranny.
Pick a Bail a cotton
Jimmy Crack Corn
I Got EMANCIPATION from the massa’s plaaaaaaaaaaantation.
Cause me. Well Im free like an angel. Back when angels used to soar, before their bloated oil slicked corpses would constantly wash up on shore.
And they say April is the cruelest month. Well April IS the cruelest month…April is cruelest month….April….is …..the Cruelest month.
…….
My butts cold

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March 12, 2004

ill gladly rub your ass for a fee =P

March 12, 2004

btw april is the cruelest month, i was born…and what could be more crueler than that?

March 13, 2004

Anndy, I so miss your od…I should come by more. You always remind me I’m not -the- wierdest person ever. oh yeah and I know the meaning of life now. *winks enigmaticaly*

March 13, 2004

i dont have a slave name…damn. “have you always been black or are u just trying to be cool” i honestly forget who said that but hey who wants cake…read my diary some day…i read urs…but urs is like a bible er something but a lot less religiousy and is that a word i dont kno but hey again i have cake ~ heather

I love when that old lady starts singing that stupid song in Bringing Down the House. Eugene Levy is very awesome and I love him.

you’re too much of a pussy to watch hockey you negro

negroes don’t watch hockey. NOR do they buy boats. NAY, they steal them. or so Jeff claims. or one of the J’s. Meh. They all look alike.

March 15, 2004

just wanted to tell you that i saw a picture of a half sheep half goat….want one? im so gettin one and i’m namin it kev ~ heather

you so could NOT have had sex with that, fatty.

I loved your poem. I wanna be free too brotha! Take me to the underground railroad o’ underwear… -smiles- I hope you’re well.*muah*