what did god do on tuesday? fuckin' kicked it.

went to the liq stor on my birth. 2for20. couldn’t be happier: USA mthrfkrs.

dr. dog. godowski birth. so good. 3am flytown.
doesn’t exist.
think about it.
“The Polish Powderkeg.” “Deadly Nedly.” “Boogaloo.” “Peppermint.” this is easily the best and most comprehensive wikipedia page i have ever fucking seen.
playing four different songs
in three different ways
in two different cities
all at once.
bank-account johnson
Totes got chased by a chihuahua. and another one. riding by the cemetery: dog 1 jumps through a picket fence barking like a demon-lord trying to bite my ankles. I jam hard on my cranks cause this fucking thing is all up on my back wheel. i believe i have escaped. chihuahua 2 comes and jams on it hard, like instant replay of dog 1 but they are now both chasing me up this hilly jam, and we’re still next to the cemetery. i jam down on the cranks and make the dogs eat my shit. they keep barking, probably because they’re cemetery demon-lords. i stopped at the rd’s food mart for a tecate tall- boy:celebrating:notbeingdead. texas is a jam sometimes.
sippin on tequila-lime-pomegranate-cilantro bev and eating leftover enchiladas.
fuc whut they sayin.
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there was a possum in my laundry room this morning. it was pretty chill though.
- And Yan’s outfit was the best. Can you believe this? This is right next to the stage.
Yan.
Reblogged from olive hearts.

lance armstrong tried to take a picture of me at ACL but mike noyce got in the way.