The Dollyrots are not my favorite rn. I would not ever wait in line outside a dive bar to see them and their kids jam. Never. An autographed mega punk poster might be tolerable tho… I guess. If they used permanent ink anyway… to make me bleed forever the angst of my unrequited teenage dream!!!!
When I post it on the wall in the bathroom near the imaginary male commode at least… once I get back from this tumbling jackpotter that is. Wherever I end up, hopefully drunk as a skunk and cuter than a bumbling bee somewhere outside of Bakersfield before Reno.
For the record, cute rock stars of all variety are the only exception I make for secret shinobi messages to me personally in the world of darkness.
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One more sleep…. Ah you thought Christmas was something to get excited about. You oughta get yourself locked up on MTV for a few weeks to learn how we celebrate with the hard stuff in Shadar Ungronat.














