My Muses.

This is a "Thank You,"

     To all those who have carried  my proverbial drunken torso from the metaphorical keggar of life.

I shall try to be as specific as possible. name names Etc. if I forget your existance  consider that a "Fuck You" instead of a "Thank You" depending where you are from, It may have the same emotion attachment.

I'm getting away from the point:

Jane Lee, you wonderful lady, as sweet and as perfect of a mom you are, you have managed to perfect the spawn of all things that are rightfully-wrong in the world. encouraging me to be a free-spirit, it has allowed me to mature into a sedated rapist (metaphorically. fucking baptists.....) Thanks mom.

Danika. to the woman I love with every ounce of my heart, (granted my heart is sort of a bitter prune of miscreant) in percentage that 100 percent shit. and its all yours baby. bask in it I know do. Knowing that a woman as educated and wise as you has place in her life for suck a motley crew of idea's the walking contents of a port-o-let, yours for the taking. I love you so. P.S. I'm touching you inappropriately while you sleep next to me- Win

Kamilla, you witty bitch.  Thats all I got and I love you for it.

Jeff. my man crush. not in a gay way, well sort of. I am naked while I write this, take that how you wanna. You are my best-man-friend. kinda worthless words coming from this cesspool. but invest in me and that turdy cocktail soup that is my existance will fertilize a tree, a womans vagina tree hopefully. hugs and kisses.

to nick: my brother, fuck you. but at the same time thank you, for showing me the perfect step by step of how to ruin my own life...cheers! I'm sure I bought that drink anyways.

To logan, the whitest black man i know. thanks for being so colorful.

To hipsters, you cultivate my hate.

To Jesus,                     ha gotchya 

To the regulars. You know who you are.... unless you don't, then your probably high.

to Brian Zaremba, you were a bum for six years.

Josh you furry bastard. fill my pillows with yourself

to anyone i forgot. eat shit. the taste may be surprising, probably not but you'll never know till you try. live every day like its a gift. a big shit covered gift. and the gift itself is a turd, but a glorious specimen, the one you look at for a while. and think "i made that" yes yes you did. and its shitty

be loud and proud because the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and grease tastes like shit.

good night you all, and fuck you, i love you