Below are the 4 most recent journal entries recorded in sometimes a cowboy often an asshole's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, January 27th, 2004
1:36 am	Nourben and Cookie Partys HI Ho Silver Away Taunting stick steed Went to porter away my bags and saw a gangster in red pant, She wasn't home though. MOuntai n dew pouring out sonic the hedghog's ears Empti lung durbees in stained double brested jackets. IT DOESN"T NEED TO MAKE SENSE God Bless the SOS Because it means help, sam says it doesn' matter because he black sam says That's catholic student talk he adds on. Physically repressed by waking up to AmmY Lou Harris (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 26th, 2004
3:02 am	sappy drunk poetry 1/2 love Another week ending Not a let down Sunny Day Many Good God things Mugs full and empty Tea and abandoned ice cubes Sweet caucasians and christ's blood. Last sip of a cigarette The ashen ember forms a point A friend once told me, 'that means someone's thinking 'bout you.' I wonder who i hope. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, January 15th, 2004
4:20 am	Not a Cent    Once, yesterday some one said no sense is better than some    One who has half a sense is laking some    Thing is though, if you had no sense their would be not half to                                                                                      not have.    Not half finished sentences, not beginend, just nothing or no T    hing.    Precisely...what?...areyou...thinkingonno?    I would advise against that, quite dangerouswithallthewildmonkeymindsabout    Aposablespaceneglectingdigithumbs,nubs, mmmm cigarette.    The first half better than the second, better to put it out now.    NOthinkkeepongoingon    Now on with the non    Star rats love paradox cheese mind traps    Like eros eye sore or the black snap pans.    Palandromes crack like the negro typewriter flaps.    More black sugar in your white lumpy coffeetea? n o knot m e.    Maybe a lumpy grandmother then? Maybe, Indeed, yes that would be just fine, maybe    Hispanic if you have it, no cocainewrinkles, just caffenefreeoldage kookoo for coacoa Abuelita.    "Hey Sam do you approve?"    No, it contains the onperfect amount of not enough half sense.    Just not enough half of a cent to send Brautigan searching for his portwine pennies.    "What?"    Exactly (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 13th, 2004
3:08 am	Richard & Samuel's Poem Richual & Samard's Poem Pigeons with hot sauce tables Sweet as pickled cabbage The desire to buy another pack of lucky strikes Intercom evesdropping on the secrert lives of bus drivers and Thrift store outlets with television t-shirts plugged into pricetags Mass transit windows scraped and sunlit, Like staring into an ice cubereflection. 22 Express UC 9840 No smoking emergency exits Senior citizen sanctified seats Concrete lawn gnomes Charles and his wagon train by the roadside Fallen wooden fences on paper bag hills And we've got the only seat with a safetybelt. (3 Comments |Comment on this)