jidduproletariat

Oakland California, United States

this is where Im supposed to lie to you, where I tell you I played harmonica in the womb, came out and did an uprock when I landed, ran out and found my first dance floor, mastered the art of djing just by looking at those golden discs, little messages in bottles, took those golden discs and burned that dancefloor to the fucking ground because I saw it was all bullshit, well there you go, now excuse me while I put massive amounts of gel on my hair then put on my gawdy sunglasses and trendy leather jacket, I need to go to my photo shoot ^__^

I thought what I'd was I'd pretend I was one of those deaf mutes, that way, that way I wouldn't have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody, if anybody wanted to tell me something they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me, they'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life ^__^

or should I ^__^