your intestines smell of an ignited elevator shaft |
mod | retro | sign | rings | profile | notes | toothpaste | design | vagabonds | host <<2003-08-07 11:47 p.m.>> so i'm sittin there, a bowl of cherries balanced on my stomach, and a cigar hanging out of the corner of my red-stained mouth. not quite an image of a sweet young lady. about three years ago i stole this cigar from my stepdad. i figured one less cancer log wouldn't harm him, just the opposite really. so since i was about twelve i would sit around biting on the corner of this cigar. the end is a little more than nasty now, and i've trimmed it a few times, and it has no sceent left, but this little 3 inch cigar looks so odd sticking out of the corner of my mouth |