Mr.Whiskey

My Attorney

I Am The Anti-American Express Card....Unaccepted Everywhere

Dear Diary, My Brain Feels Like The Fog From The Outside Permeated It Which Explains Why That 1st Sentence Was So God Awful & Flowery..I Am Trying To Be Be Greatful But Thanking God For Booze & A Good Bag Of Speed Seems Sac-Relig For The Saintly Nihilist Of High Moral Standards That I Am... This Whole SkidRowBulimic Thing Is Getting Staler Than The Thick Cloud Of Cigarette Smoke & Cat Litter Dust I Live In....God Just Help Me!!? Pretty Please With No Cherry On Top...Cause I Ain't No Virgin...Obviously

SENSUALLY,

CRYSTAL JANE BETH

How To Follow Your Dreams

Step 1: Over Dose On Sleeping Pills 

Step 2: ????????

HEY I WANT TO SHOW YOU MY ETCHINGS

Wino (morissey is French for misery)