LAYLA'S LINKS
BEING IRRELEVANT BITS AND RELEVANT PIECES OF LETTERS FROM LAYLA,
WHO DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK UNLESS YOU'RE REAL AND COOOL
WEBMASTER'S NOTE: Welcome to Layla's Links... if you didn't already read Layla's intro, you've only got yourself to blame if you're offended here... I'm not editing her stuff so let her know what you think... here's the start of Layla's Adventures On The World Wide Web... hey... alright, I'm supposed to introduce myself... yeah whatever, apparently the webmaster wants to put my words on his site so read em and weep or don't... here are some websites I've found that show me the world is fucked and we're the ones doing it to ourselves... then again, there are some websites that make me think maybe there's some hope left... and sometimes I'm just writing fo the hell of it and it's your call... go for it... if you've got something to say to me (doesn't mean I'll respond, though I might answer here if the dude lets me), you can email me here: (and watch where you put your finger) 
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The Stinky Feet Diaries ok, so you're sitting there on a rainy Sunday afternoon and for some strange reason church just didn't last long enough to fulfill you so you decide to masturbate by sitting on your foot and as you were rocking you got to thinking about your body and how coool it is that you can somehow twist your leg around enough to slip your toe inside and for the life of you the idea of athletes foot never entered your mind until you read about the shit here on the web and you realize the internet can ruin a good thing if you read too much of the crap so you decide to pull your toe out and bring it to your nose to check out whether it smelled ok, as if you could diagnose yourself with your sense of smell and now you're distracted and frustrated so you start sucking your toe and rocking on your other foot until you forget all about this guys stinky feet ~~~Layla Bitchin Coool Dude alright you're hip, you're kewl, you've got your shit so together it comes out in pretty colored aluminum foil twists like Hershey's Kisses or Roches or Godivas and even unwrapped it doesn't stink a bit... yeah, you're da bomb... or maybe you just know one... or not, but it really doesn't matter cuz if all you're into is that kind of packaged prettiness and the rest of the superficial bullshit that goes with it you don't know an ass from a hole in the wall and probably fucked both once or twice without even knowing and if you did know you'd probably have a homophibic heart attack blaming Ellen Degeneris or Rock Hudson or even some John fucking Wayne Martha sucking Stewart type rather than take responsibility for the denial and blinders you choose to wear... that's why I like this site and the dude who grabs my words out of my mouth and don't you know I'd rather he reach down my throat and come get them before they leave my heart and fuck romantic, I'd just love to blow his balls through his skull his rambles turn me on so dip me in a bucket of ice and bring him on cuz he knows more about getting real than any of the kewl people and, like he says, everything's coool and suck me dry if he didn't pull me right off trying to point you to this other bitchin coool journaling dude ~~~Layla The Misanthropic Bitch I wanna fuck this bitch so bad I can close my eyes and taste her and if that doesn't get you to pull your head out of the sand to check out her site then you deserve what you get in this world cuz you are missing the real news... you don't have to agree with everything she writes, but the way she shoots from between the hips and pisses on what needs to be pissed on grabs my attention and has me hungry for her next update... and if you have money, pay the bitch, she deserves it... go check her out right now and tell her I sent you cuz when I grow up, I wanna be a Misanthropic Bitch ~~~Layla Internet Illusion and what the fuck if this shit isn't as out of place as a nun crowd surfing at a NIN concert but screw me in backwards if this little rich white chick from hell didn't squirm her muffins into my head or brain or mind or whatever with her winding yin-yan rants and master thief candor (yeah, hear that man?... stop laughing bitch) that stole quotes and laid rants bare boned carving huge blood chunks of my heart (I'm not in love so don't forget it Christ Eyesacs, but yes Alice, she can slide into my slit anytime she damn well pleases) and whatever holy shit passes for a soul in this degenerating remnant of baby yesterdays regirgitated cheese spread so for all I know maybe she's just another bold internet illusion like I may be, but eat her out raw anyway ~~~Layla |
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