who is in toronto

joeyasshole — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 12:30:31 -0700

hey all, im back in toronto 4 a bit while its still warm, who's around, ive been walking queen st and cant find anyone

and someone tell goblin to tell me where the hell he is

The Bug Range

joeyasshole — Thu, 05 Apr 2007 10:33:39 -0700

Hello all:

O.K. I've heard this topic come up from many different people using this forum on many different occasions. I'ts about people who feel it necessairy to post completely useless and nonsensical brain fart responses on someone elses otherwise seriouse blog posts.

So, I've decided to create a blog post dedicated to these creatins. Set your minds free children, welcome to Joey @sshole's daycare for the socially challenged.

FIGHT BACK!!!
Joey @sshole

Has everyone seen this

joeyasshole — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:47:52 -0700

Check this one out, deffinitely a must have for all.

http://www.tenant.net/Community/steal/steal.html#2.03.2

FIGHT BACK!!!!
Joey @sshole

Abandoning Love

joeyasshole — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 09:52:02 -0800

With this needle I thee wed,
I'll love you 'till I die,
You make me feel so normal,
You've never made me cry,
I feel when we're together,
Injecting me so sweet,
Like I'll survive just one more night,
Upon the frozen street,
When up I draw, mixing you,
With my unworthy blood,
That blend to me, it feels like fate,
And draws a peacefull flood,
But yet one more day, I will spend,
Without your soulfull bliss,
It hurts so bad, I feel so sick,
Sobriety's a BITCH!

Life?????

joeyasshole — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 09:40:57 -0800

As I stand here gazing at the street so close,
A newspaper slides across the cold floor,
The streetlights stand tall and alone, as I,
The darkness of the night causes me to tremble,
As the frigid air whips against my face,
Empty and alone I stand,
A bright red leaf falls from a withering tree,
It floats through the allmost barren street,
As if it's trying to escape, as I,
Passing deranged pedesterians,
It gains no attention,
It floats with such ellegance and grace,
Untill it lands in a half frozen puddle of mud,
It will soon crumble up and die,
It reminds me of life,
Life on the street.