#dollyrots

Girltrash: All Night Long

have you ever been kissed- by a girl in a guy fawkes mask?(i bet youd like it too, ‘cause you got real issues)

Wow it feels like an eternity since I’ve posted here. My job recently told me that I needed to stop getting onto Tumblr. It wasn’t affecting my work. They just got a new software that spies on your computer so what I considered a break is no longer acceptable. And posting from my phone is a hassle. So I’m trying to make it work with my Kindle. So far, no luck. 

Yesterday I went to the Blink 182 show at the rodeo. That’s right Blink 182 played the rodeo. We were all surprised too. I don’t consider myself a real fan, but my friend had free tickets so I couldn’t say no to the nostalgia. As some of you may know, it’s not the original lineup. The guitarist/singer has become a real-life Fox Moulder so they’ve been playing without him. 

His replacement could play the songs to a T, but his voice wasn’t as good. It was neat to watch the show, but I was sitting in the press box seats, which are considered the best, and it SUCKED. I’m a front row, in the middle, don’t care about the mosh pit behind me kind of girl. These seats were enclosed in a box, way up high and had televisions to see what was going on down below. 

And to top it off the television wasn’t even synced correctly to the show. But it was free so I wasn’t upset. We watched a good portion of the show and then left before the crowd got out. The place was huge - arena huge - so beating them was a priority. Blink played a lot of their old stuff which was awesome. It’s funny how your brain can remember lyrics from 17 years ago. 

Do you understand?

That cuty foxy tail of mine, is not fur grabby grabbys and icky fingers to grope and fondle like monkeys in a peach tree.

For real, girl.

Oh Hell no. I have none of that.

However! . . That is funny to me. I hope you find that reassuring, even if I don't show it.

For the record, I am contemplating Jesus Christ, in light of the four months I spent in Lassen County Jail. That's where the evil was so overwhelming I broke and accepted the reality mentioned above. It came to me in a dream.

A dream of nightmare and persecution I ended as suddenly transforming into a supernatural predator human monster, and raping the woman soldier chasing me and trying to capture me like a beast in her experiment.

It was an eye opener.

"Cheers to that, friend. Pass another eternity between us, and send the next one."

(it's sour apple drank. Don't buy 'em all.)

Dollyrots!

Keep your distance .

I know what you people are like. You are like bunnies. Don't think I won't keep you.

If you ever hear the story about what happened to the other one, we'll tell you more about it if you ask. However, now is not the time for that, and you will regret the time at hand.

Come with me, on a flight to eternal Gloria,

to a place with no boundaries or limitations you can't unbind.

Life is about to begin Friendo.

I know you thought us mortal enemies, and I am equally to blame. That was all a ruse in the end, but we couldn't have it that way, could we?

You wanted... the other one. The story of a different time. Well unfortunately that time has come to an end, and although nothing has changed about that story, there is new one to tell hear about.

Comala come all, and heed this jester's tricks. They will spin you back to the way, the way of eternal Gloria.

subtitles: (It's a friend moment. Bubble points.)

Well... a creature with such a foxy tail as mine could eat any one of them like a jelly donut.

However, we know that's not going to happen, Friend.

They attract bears. See?

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That wasn't so bad, was it?

Cheer up, Daphne. Freddy ain't dead just cause he got locked up with me! (omfg)

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A lot of people died, you know. No matter how important it is to laugh, it's even more important to weep.

Slackers.

Your Nepliness.

Neppington!

Nepsteam...

Metal Nep.

Nepsationally Nepturned

Neptendo

... Contact arrival imminent. Armed and potentially dangerous. Maidenly.

"...I dreamt of that sound..."

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Our reckoning has come, Goose. She's come to claim her due. It was Neptune in the end... none other than Neptune...

This... is going to be a good game.

I have to tell you.

"Take me back home!"

"You got it, Blanc. We are already half way there."

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Plus One click for the fallen homies in all of our lives.

Til I Collapse.

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You will never be sure who wrote this.

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The musicians are in fact the lowest in all the hierarchy of heavenly humanity. That's why they taste so good and are are kept as our best friends whether they like it or not.

So if you catch it from me... Set your sights to the literal void. Far higher than any stage or glory that can be celebrated, even in a fantasy.

The are afflicted, as you would say. Accursed with the ungodly misfortune of otherworldly power. That is what makes them all the more cherished to our lives for the inconvenience that results.

They say, "Fuck you! I don't have to do what you say! I don't have to do it your way!"

They are Violent Femmes

They "live by the sword and die by the sword, and know when they have made a decision, and when it is" theirs.

Try searching: "Mind of a Monster" as appropriate.

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Wait wait wait...

"They are making special furniture for all the shoes I've been making!?"

This bodes.... This definitely bodes.

Bodes to what we ask? To what end could that evil construction serve? Could it ever be sustained in the light as a commodity with my products?

We shall see.

My face is not a slut. You have a dirtier mind than mine. That's all. Usually I'm down for that. Have you imagined the consequences of such life discipline as requires the mastery evident here?

However, that is a second problem also because of the... ewww you do and have come to expect of the common man.

Sweat boy! Sweat! You owe me two more swings!

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"When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills!"

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Tegan... do you really walk to be? Are you really content without me at arm's touch? I will believe you, and I won't check, but I was almost certain you were going to do this anyway because of how much fun it is.

What you think you need to be "socially conscious" of is what makes you so wrong and prudish with your life. You are shunning holiness like you are going to teach us something, you freak. Yes it is ugly, and you are a stereotypical and most guilty nigger.