Hey Doobs

[ziggyjuarez]

Sup?
ASL?

[brotherdoobie]

Sup, kid.

Are you chatting me up, so that you can groom me, lad?

[brotherdoobie]

ASL? Mature. Male. Ohio.

[ziggyjuarez]

I have to groom you?I think not.

[ziggyjuarez]

So whats your story doobs?

[brotherdoobie]

My story has been told a thousand times, Ziggy. It's the story of a father, an insomniac, a drunk, a husband, a masturbating poet, a bum, a beautiful face, of one too many chances and far too little effort.

I skate. I dodge, zipping and shucking my slacker ass out of harms way.

Why? It's easy and safe.

I've lived with danger, I've jumped all fucking over, under, and inside of danger. I'm done with it.

I've matured. I've regressed.

I'm like you. My story is yours, parts of it, anyway. Your story is mine, morning glory, parts of it, anyway.


Peace, Paul

[ziggyjuarez]

God damn boy!You have told our story very well.Ditto, Ditto.

[brotherdoobie]

Word.



-doobs

[ziggyjuarez]

Doing what pirates do best :01:
Feeling sleepy yet?

[brotherdoobie]

I rarely, if ever, feel sleepy, Z. I miss the fuck out of feeling sleepy.

True story.

What about you?

[ziggyjuarez]

mmm...:huh:
I miss that drowsy getting high feeling when you listen to techno/ambient/creepy/weird/relaxing music while doing random stuff on the computer.I remember the feeling of just stairing at the screne on a natural high:music:

[ziggyjuarez]

Getting sleepy does not compair.

[ziggyjuarez]

Hell most of the time drugs do not compair.

[brotherdoobie]

Drugs are easy.

Sleep is where it's at.

Pillows, fluffy and scented with Downy. White, starchy sheets that are cool to the touch. My blue blanket...blue like the ocean, blue like heaven and the ether above.

Fuck you, Hypnos. Fuck you.

[ziggyjuarez]

yeah fuck you!...wait fuck who?

[coaxial]

lol asl so AOL