jackassworld

The desert. That is where it is, that is the mood. Myself and all the others I know have offices in the desert, but this is my office. It is my desert office. My real office is here but after I leave here I go back to the desert office, where there is a certain mood. There is no smell of pussy, only the smell of beer. Trash bags fill up. There are no people, this is where I am when I’m away from the people. They are not cool like you’d think the desert people would be, they are all stuck up and shit. They don’t drink beer, they are the body beautiful and they don’t eat burgers, and all this is is a bunch of writing crap and they are all cool and they eat burgers and they are hot girls and shit, this place is great. But when the fun ends, the fun begins, and I will return to my post, and gather, gather. I will exist, I will exercise patience, and then I will go look for love like the greats, and find not nothing ever, I live.

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