I don't want to pack. I don't want to leave at 9am. I don't want to do anything right now. I'd like to freeze time and re-think the past year over and over. Figure out what went right, what went wrong. What happened? What should have happened?
Theory. They can drive a man mad. Angry. Furious. But theory leads to creation and testing of the waters. I want to do that. Test the waters. Maybe there's sharks in the waters. I hate sharks. I fear sharks.
Let's break the glass. A Night of Shatter. In Honor of the leader. He's behind blue eyes.
Color. Colour. Color. Colour. Color. Colour. Gray. Grey. Gray. Grey. Gray. Grey.
I'm being told Color is correct but Colour is not. Gray and Grey are both proper. You're not proper so straighten the fuck up.
I should have finished honors ago and passed out. Hours of sleeping. I left this place a mess. I'd like to take my lamp and clock but it ain't happening sir. SIR. SIR PLEASE.
What are things I need to get?
Sticky Notes. Alarm Clock. Water. Crackers. A Soul. Dignity. Pens. Paper. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. Listerine. Toothpaste. Toothbrush! Paper Towels? Pretzels. Penguins.
Marlboro Red. Just flows so well. Marlboro Red. Marlboro Red. His tie was Marlboro Red. His shirt was Marlboro Red. His shorts Marlboro Red. His hat Marlboro Red. His soul Marlboro Red. I feel like Marlboro Red. The walls are Marlboro Red. He's smoking Marlboro Red. She's buying Marlboro Red. They invested in Marlboro Red. I want you to go buy me Marlboro Red. This is message from Marlboro Red. Marlboro Red wants you. Marlboro Needs you. Marlboro commands you. You want Marlboro Red. You need Marlboro Red. You desire Marlboro Red. This isn't a subliminal message because I'm being upfront. STOP CRAVING CIGARETTES ALREADY.
You like to collect sticks. I find marbles. Marbles = Marlboro.
I'll leave all my jewel cases for you to go through later on in Life. You'll go through each one and I'll leave games, puzzles and clues on how where my treasures buried. It'll take you years. Ages. Centuries. This is what you get for making me a target.
Some people wink with their whole face. Putting all those muscles into good use. At least I hope it's good use. Maybe it'll result in some passion between the two of you. You'll make love. You'll make babies. You'll make a home. You'll make enough cash to oil up the war machine. Society Security hun, that's where it's at.
Santa came down the chimney the other day. I was shocked and surprised but I applauded anyway. Dad deserves the praise for all the trouble he went through climbing up on the roof in that fat suit.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Airport
I try my best to keep my promises. I truly do. So when I say I'll be waiting in the airport for you on your return, I mean it. I really mean it. It's one of the few things I'm serious about right now in my life.
Who do I turn to ? The brother who turned his back? The sister blinded in loyalty? The best friend who only has high hopes? I need someone with neutral coat of arms to tell me what to do. Was my theory right? Where are the scientists I hired to disprove my lack of reason? They probably too moved out to Kansas. Americana.
Chemistry. A man once said to me, "Boy you're going to carry that weight a long time." I smirked. I was well aware I'd get stuck with the load of the World's weight for years to come, but I knew that when I took the job.
Will she ever think of me when the vinyl we called ours begins to play? Will she have to leave the dance floor when the band sings our song? What will her gentleman do? Curse my name? Curse all I've done? Come find me on the East Coast of the Americas or Fly to the West Coast of the European Home front? I'm placing a bet down on burning all I've done. He'll stop at nothing to find the bridge connecting his lover and me only so he can burn it to the ground. It's not about economics he'll say. It's not about the social structure you two have built, he'll scream at her. "The issue is alliance and I don't trust his government, never have, never will! As he travels East, we will travel West!" What a sad boy he truly is. The World is round, not flat, catch up in the times.
Lollipops, Teddy Bears and Owls.
Will we ever meet face to face? In the epic tales of Life, most rivals end in a Duel. The most recent rivalry consisted of the Red, White and Blue against the Hammer and Sickle. Never face to face but just shouting from afar. Shouting builds fear. He has the home front. Most people with home front think they have the advantage. I never train on the home front. My advantage is instinct. My advantage is words. My advantage is I am everything you ignore. My advantage lies in the bushes behind your house. Why tarnish a man yourself when you can simply rip apart and destroy his image which leaves him for the dog civilians to devour. Why should I have all the fun?
Preview, Compose, Edit. You bring the piano, I'll bring the candles. We'll dine and dance the night away. No butlers or fancy champagne though.
Remember, this is not good-bye but just good night. I'm going back to Massachusetts, you're heading West. The best thing in the World is to love someone and they love you back.
Swing dancing. I've never been able to do it. I keep having dreams, you asking me to teach you. I'm sorry but I can't teach you.
I should be packing. I should be packing. I should be packing. I should be packing. I should be packing. Packing away. Packing the night away. You say goodbye. I say Hey. We'll pack the night away. Oh I can't hold you anymore. The time is almost gone. You're sad and I say Hey, tomorrow is another day!
Let's open a shop in the middle of Arkansas. We can settle clocks, forks and table cloths. I'll do stock and repairs. You run the register and maybe we can throw together a summer fair. All the kids can come. All the relatives too. We'll put up flier in our local penny saver and see how it goes. Funnel cake, Snowcones and cotton candy. Clowns, balloons and water gun games. It'll be great. We'll be happy. Everyone will shout, "We're having so much fun, I don't care about anywhere else."
Labels for this post: Memory, Emotion, Giants, Roller-coasters, Fish, Fun, Favoritism, Cooking Classes and Magnetic Pulses.
Come on and dance with me. Take off your shoes, kick your socks to the side. We're going to have a real good night.
No guys ever really care.
Who do I turn to ? The brother who turned his back? The sister blinded in loyalty? The best friend who only has high hopes? I need someone with neutral coat of arms to tell me what to do. Was my theory right? Where are the scientists I hired to disprove my lack of reason? They probably too moved out to Kansas. Americana.
Chemistry. A man once said to me, "Boy you're going to carry that weight a long time." I smirked. I was well aware I'd get stuck with the load of the World's weight for years to come, but I knew that when I took the job.
Will she ever think of me when the vinyl we called ours begins to play? Will she have to leave the dance floor when the band sings our song? What will her gentleman do? Curse my name? Curse all I've done? Come find me on the East Coast of the Americas or Fly to the West Coast of the European Home front? I'm placing a bet down on burning all I've done. He'll stop at nothing to find the bridge connecting his lover and me only so he can burn it to the ground. It's not about economics he'll say. It's not about the social structure you two have built, he'll scream at her. "The issue is alliance and I don't trust his government, never have, never will! As he travels East, we will travel West!" What a sad boy he truly is. The World is round, not flat, catch up in the times.
Lollipops, Teddy Bears and Owls.
Will we ever meet face to face? In the epic tales of Life, most rivals end in a Duel. The most recent rivalry consisted of the Red, White and Blue against the Hammer and Sickle. Never face to face but just shouting from afar. Shouting builds fear. He has the home front. Most people with home front think they have the advantage. I never train on the home front. My advantage is instinct. My advantage is words. My advantage is I am everything you ignore. My advantage lies in the bushes behind your house. Why tarnish a man yourself when you can simply rip apart and destroy his image which leaves him for the dog civilians to devour. Why should I have all the fun?
Preview, Compose, Edit. You bring the piano, I'll bring the candles. We'll dine and dance the night away. No butlers or fancy champagne though.
Remember, this is not good-bye but just good night. I'm going back to Massachusetts, you're heading West. The best thing in the World is to love someone and they love you back.
Swing dancing. I've never been able to do it. I keep having dreams, you asking me to teach you. I'm sorry but I can't teach you.
I should be packing. I should be packing. I should be packing. I should be packing. I should be packing. Packing away. Packing the night away. You say goodbye. I say Hey. We'll pack the night away. Oh I can't hold you anymore. The time is almost gone. You're sad and I say Hey, tomorrow is another day!
Let's open a shop in the middle of Arkansas. We can settle clocks, forks and table cloths. I'll do stock and repairs. You run the register and maybe we can throw together a summer fair. All the kids can come. All the relatives too. We'll put up flier in our local penny saver and see how it goes. Funnel cake, Snowcones and cotton candy. Clowns, balloons and water gun games. It'll be great. We'll be happy. Everyone will shout, "We're having so much fun, I don't care about anywhere else."
Labels for this post: Memory, Emotion, Giants, Roller-coasters, Fish, Fun, Favoritism, Cooking Classes and Magnetic Pulses.
Come on and dance with me. Take off your shoes, kick your socks to the side. We're going to have a real good night.
No guys ever really care.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Fuck The Academy
I'm tired of the same ol' same ol'. I'm disgusted with the way you present yourself and expect us to give pity. I walked across the street today and felt the pride of my innerchild. I know that tomorrow will bring something but what it may be is really beyond me. I'm well aware that you hate me for who I truly am and that's what I love about you. You'll tell your children about me when you see my face in the paper. You never liked me much but your parents couldn't get enough of me, and that says a lot about who you are today. Thank you for that kick in the wrong direction.
Ugh...Fuck the Academy.
I don't want to know what you did yesterday or the day before. The weeks that have been building up in your life obviously made and crarfted what you are today, who you are today. That's all that matters to me right now. What I'm blabbering about of course is that you're standing here with me today. Fuck yesterday. Fuck the day before yesterday. Today you're with me. Maybe tomorrow you'll leave and if that's the case, so be it. People tend to hold value in the length, the quantity, while I'm a man of quality. Who said you have to be with someone for years to love them? I say love at first sight is enough in my book. Believe in me when I say you're the most beautiful person in my life right now. Oh and there's the obvious...
Fuck the Academy.
Wow. You really need to start lifting those weights. I can't help but notice you're constantly struggling with the same things in your life that I am. Maybe we should work together. Let's become a pair. We can fight crime any day of the week. There is one catch though, you will be the sidekick. You'll be the one that I never give recognition to. The newspaper will rarely capture your essence in photos. We both know the public will not care for you and that's fine by me. You'll have to learn to adjust and accept the fact that you're half the person I am. Get used to it, sidekick. We're here to follow the norm, not break it and set our own example. If we did that, that'd be pure blasphemy.
Oh you know where I'm going with this...
Fuck The Academy
"I hope you come crawling back to me with flowers and maybe even chocolates, pleading for me to take you back. I want to see you beg for my forgiveness and love. I'll lie and say you leaving to find yourself across the Globe really broke my heart and I missed you so very much. But the truth is I'm glad you didn't find what you were looking for, you were wrong Tim Hughes and nothing makes me happier than to be the one to tell you that.
You're wrong Tim Hughes, You're Wrong."
I always expect the worst in Life, so it's all good.
No matter where I end up, No matter who I end up with, I won't stop saying…
Fuck the Academy.
A man on the street I had never seen before came up to me and said "Sir, I think you dropped your wallet." I don't even have a wallet but all I could do was smile, nod and say simply "Why thank you, I can't believe I didn't notice. Is there any way I could repay you? Oh I know!" I reached into that wallet and started to flip through the bills. Five hundred thrirty three American Dollars. "Here, take this fifty." He declined but I insisted, "Trust me, giving away this money doesn't phase me in the least bit." That's when it hit me how sad of a human being I've become. I don't even care that I'm giving away someone else's money. Self pity is something that's not supposed to be on the school agenda but always ends up getting taught anyway. Such a shame...
Fuck the Academy.
Distance, they say it's a killer. To travel the distance it really takes strength, endurance and concentration. I have none of that but I still want to try. Despite what everyone has told me my whole life, hope can succeed. You say, "Hun, move on, there's someone better than me out there," and I understand where you're coming from but sometimes the best isn't what's right for you. Maybe there is somebody truly perfect around the corner from here, but why live a perfect life? It's the imperfections that truly make the World a beautiful fucked up place. So what do you say? Come on now, say it with me...
Fuck the Academy.
It'll never be the same and you know that. Despite your hatred for this shirt, I will wear it proud. This hat has rested on my head for years and I know you never liked it. I'm well aware orange isn't a color of grace. I also have learned over these past years what drives you crazy and that dearest, is me. We'll never be perfect for each other and that's what I love. It brings a smile to my face after every fight we have because it proves we're alive. If we truly didn't give two shits for one another, you'd be gone, I'd be gone. We're two very different people coping with one another all for that thing we cursed long ago, love. You said you'd never experience it and I said I'd never share it. Where did things go right?
Oh hun, by the way...
Fuck the Academy.
I love these.
Ugh...Fuck the Academy.
I don't want to know what you did yesterday or the day before. The weeks that have been building up in your life obviously made and crarfted what you are today, who you are today. That's all that matters to me right now. What I'm blabbering about of course is that you're standing here with me today. Fuck yesterday. Fuck the day before yesterday. Today you're with me. Maybe tomorrow you'll leave and if that's the case, so be it. People tend to hold value in the length, the quantity, while I'm a man of quality. Who said you have to be with someone for years to love them? I say love at first sight is enough in my book. Believe in me when I say you're the most beautiful person in my life right now. Oh and there's the obvious...
Fuck the Academy.
Wow. You really need to start lifting those weights. I can't help but notice you're constantly struggling with the same things in your life that I am. Maybe we should work together. Let's become a pair. We can fight crime any day of the week. There is one catch though, you will be the sidekick. You'll be the one that I never give recognition to. The newspaper will rarely capture your essence in photos. We both know the public will not care for you and that's fine by me. You'll have to learn to adjust and accept the fact that you're half the person I am. Get used to it, sidekick. We're here to follow the norm, not break it and set our own example. If we did that, that'd be pure blasphemy.
Oh you know where I'm going with this...
Fuck The Academy
"I hope you come crawling back to me with flowers and maybe even chocolates, pleading for me to take you back. I want to see you beg for my forgiveness and love. I'll lie and say you leaving to find yourself across the Globe really broke my heart and I missed you so very much. But the truth is I'm glad you didn't find what you were looking for, you were wrong Tim Hughes and nothing makes me happier than to be the one to tell you that.
You're wrong Tim Hughes, You're Wrong."
I always expect the worst in Life, so it's all good.
No matter where I end up, No matter who I end up with, I won't stop saying…
Fuck the Academy.
A man on the street I had never seen before came up to me and said "Sir, I think you dropped your wallet." I don't even have a wallet but all I could do was smile, nod and say simply "Why thank you, I can't believe I didn't notice. Is there any way I could repay you? Oh I know!" I reached into that wallet and started to flip through the bills. Five hundred thrirty three American Dollars. "Here, take this fifty." He declined but I insisted, "Trust me, giving away this money doesn't phase me in the least bit." That's when it hit me how sad of a human being I've become. I don't even care that I'm giving away someone else's money. Self pity is something that's not supposed to be on the school agenda but always ends up getting taught anyway. Such a shame...
Fuck the Academy.
Distance, they say it's a killer. To travel the distance it really takes strength, endurance and concentration. I have none of that but I still want to try. Despite what everyone has told me my whole life, hope can succeed. You say, "Hun, move on, there's someone better than me out there," and I understand where you're coming from but sometimes the best isn't what's right for you. Maybe there is somebody truly perfect around the corner from here, but why live a perfect life? It's the imperfections that truly make the World a beautiful fucked up place. So what do you say? Come on now, say it with me...
Fuck the Academy.
It'll never be the same and you know that. Despite your hatred for this shirt, I will wear it proud. This hat has rested on my head for years and I know you never liked it. I'm well aware orange isn't a color of grace. I also have learned over these past years what drives you crazy and that dearest, is me. We'll never be perfect for each other and that's what I love. It brings a smile to my face after every fight we have because it proves we're alive. If we truly didn't give two shits for one another, you'd be gone, I'd be gone. We're two very different people coping with one another all for that thing we cursed long ago, love. You said you'd never experience it and I said I'd never share it. Where did things go right?
Oh hun, by the way...
Fuck the Academy.
I love these.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
King of Carrot Flowers
Carrot Flowers look nothing like carrots. Carrot. It's one of those words that in my mind looks spelled wrong no matter what. Don't know why.
I don't care. I'll wait outside your window for you through all kinds of weather. Fog, Drizzle, Rain, Freezing Rain, Ice Pellets, Hail, Snow and even the dreaded Graupel!
Did you know the Golden Gate Bridge is painted International Orange?
I don't care. I'll wait outside your window for you through all kinds of weather. Fog, Drizzle, Rain, Freezing Rain, Ice Pellets, Hail, Snow and even the dreaded Graupel!
Did you know the Golden Gate Bridge is painted International Orange?
Friday, August 22, 2008
Blue lamp shine so bright...
I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink. I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink.
Oh yeah. I don't have anything to say or write. Oh yeah so let's dance the night away.
Words apparently only got in the way.
Oh yeah. I don't have anything to say or write. Oh yeah so let's dance the night away.
Words apparently only got in the way.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
You'll know the deed is done when you're all alone...
I'm no longer employed.
Tornado! Tsunami! Typhoon!
The three brothers of wind!
Let's set sail to the sea. Go where ever the wind takes us. Conquer, pillage, plunder and yearn!
Switchboards.
I have a circuit board out in my shed if you'd like to take a look. It'll only be a few minutes.
My cousin sold his soul to the devil for artistic talent. He painted, painted and painted his years away. Every three months he'd attempt to sell his paintings and works to everyone he could find. No one would buy. It drove him mad. Why wouldn't anyone buy these magnificent works of art?! The World must have become tasteless. My cousin continued to paint and paint until he was at 100 paintings. Not one was bought.
The rejection got to him and he killed himself. The very next day, his paintings were sold.
What a dirty liar you are, Sir.
What would you do?
Tornado! Tsunami! Typhoon!
The three brothers of wind!
Let's set sail to the sea. Go where ever the wind takes us. Conquer, pillage, plunder and yearn!
Switchboards.
I have a circuit board out in my shed if you'd like to take a look. It'll only be a few minutes.
My cousin sold his soul to the devil for artistic talent. He painted, painted and painted his years away. Every three months he'd attempt to sell his paintings and works to everyone he could find. No one would buy. It drove him mad. Why wouldn't anyone buy these magnificent works of art?! The World must have become tasteless. My cousin continued to paint and paint until he was at 100 paintings. Not one was bought.
The rejection got to him and he killed himself. The very next day, his paintings were sold.
What a dirty liar you are, Sir.
What would you do?
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I'm married to consumerism, plastic and the sun...
If they cut me open and let all my blood drain into a bucket so they could test it, I'd bet most of my blood is Diet Pepsi. Seriously. Most of it. A majority of it. Vast amount. Enough that they could fill cans with it, sell it to the masses and the only difference would be the color. Taste the same.
Calling All Cars, Stop Being A Bunch Of Donut Eating Fat Bastards.
I hate how doughnut is the proper spelling.
I'll never put together the entire puzzle but that's okay, I've accepted that. I prefer having something incomplete.
Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me. I know, I wouldn't be happy in your situation either but it's just destiny. Fate. Karma. The final frontier in Life's course. The eternal bond of happiness and sorrow. God and Satan. We're caught in an unbreakable bond.
Sucks, doesn't it? Knowing I'm your other half. We both know it'll take guts to get rid of the other which can only result in a loss of mental stability. Such a shame how the ying yang works. I don't think it meant to cause such harm.
Did you hear the news? The oranges won the championship!!! New World Champions! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN BUT THE UNDERDOGS, THE ORANGES, HAVE PROVED THE MASSES WRONG AND CLAIMED THE VICTORY THEY DESIRED ALL SEASON. You simply have to be hear to feel this raw emotion!
I want you so badddd guitarriff.
Let the engine lube itself up. Don't waste your time with the grease. The raw chemical engineering of science will show us the way. Oh and if you weren't told by the one at the door, think too hard and you'll forget where you are. Don't think enough and you'll forget where you are. Think just right and well, oh boy, oh son, you'll find out, won't ya? Wontcha?! I always warn the boys in red to watch the bullets. I always tell the men in green keep your eyes forward with your hands around the steel. Years ago before the boys wore blue, gray was the choice of style. Not grey, don't you ever mention grey around me. We wore gray, THAT'S IT!
Layout your clothes for tomorrow morning if you choose to be on time. You'll want stuff, by stuff I do mean clothing, that matches so you don't look like a FREAKKKKKKKKKK. My mother never dressed me properly as a child. It was a sad sad sad sad point in my life. It's the reason why my socks never match. It's the reason my shirts inside out. It's the reason my jeans are too loose. It's the reason I've never gone out and bought a belt. It's the reason I'll never learn how to tie a tie and it's the reason everytime I see you in your bright yellow sunshine dress I simply DON'T MIND.
Forever ago there was a boy. This boy didn't have any toys. So he went to the dump. He found the dump. He decided to go to the dump and search for lost treasure. The dump was a land of treasure. Filled with goodies, baddies and tons of rodents.
Vinyl. Yum. Vinyl. Yum. Vinyl. Yum. Vinyl goes around and around and around. DID YOU KNOW, VINYL WAS USED ON LUNCH BOXES! LUNCH BOXES FOR CHRIST SAKE OMG.
I'll spin you right round baby right round like a record baby right round round round.
Fair enough they said, we'll take a bread and wine. Fair enough I said, I'll take your bread and wine. Let's go marching down and down into the ground like a bunch of ants returning a feast of garbage, soil and yeast.
My daughter refuses to call me daddy anymore. She said she out grew that years ago.
Porcupine. Hedgehog. Let's cross breed. Porcuhog. No. Hedgepine. No. Hedcupi. No. Hodcepig. No. Pinehog. Hogpine. Hogtie. I'm going to hogtie you until you figure out how to cross-breed a porcopine and hedgehog.
GOD DAMN. SO MUCH TO SHOW.
I met Willy Wonka once in London. He brought me to the candy shop....and well that's when he started to rap 50 cent to me, except I really don't think it was just him rappign so much as him saying.
Forever Young. Forever Dumb. Forever Mindless. Forever Young. Forever Niave. Forever FOREVER FOREVER FOREVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. EVER EVEREVEREVEREVEREVERVERVEREVEREVER...try typing EVER with just two fingers over and over and over. EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. well, three, thumb goes on space. E = middle finger. V R = pointer/index finger. IT'S FUN, CHALLENGING AND A TIME WASTER!
e.g. scooters, vacation, fall how dare you google tell me what to rant about.
Ctrl with: B = BOLD! BOLD BOLD BOLD oh... I = ITALIC like so THIS IS ITALIC ITALIAN p = publish but who wants to do that? Publishers, THAT'S WHO!
Join me down the river so we can go catch up with Huckleberry Finn. Teach him a lesson or two. Beat up that Tom Sawyer too. Damn him and his white washing, it's definitely no fun.
XXX = Alcohol. XXX = Porn. XXX = Vin Diesel. XXX = Ice Cube. That was Ice Cube right?
You know where to find me. Aisle 11 reading the Rolling Stone Magazine. Robert Downey Jr. on front.
Fast Forward. Rewind. Skip Chapter. Menu Button.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE?! ENJOYING THE VIEW OF THE SKY?!
Interrobang !?
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I know this girl who got so fucking wasted and left the party in a rush. She ended up at the pond and found some ducks. Near the ducks was a huge toad. The toad just wouldn't shut its mouth, ribbiting ribbiting ribbiting a bunch. But she decided to kiss it hoping it'd be a prince.
SHE WAS WRONG.
Stinky Cheese Man & Other Fairly Stupid Tales.
Squids Will Be Squids no matter how hard you try to change their ways. That's just how nature is, man.
Okay enough nonsense for one night. TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY. TODAY IS A NEW DAY. YESTERDAY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON!
Calling All Cars, Stop Being A Bunch Of Donut Eating Fat Bastards.
I hate how doughnut is the proper spelling.
I'll never put together the entire puzzle but that's okay, I've accepted that. I prefer having something incomplete.
Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me. I know, I wouldn't be happy in your situation either but it's just destiny. Fate. Karma. The final frontier in Life's course. The eternal bond of happiness and sorrow. God and Satan. We're caught in an unbreakable bond.
Sucks, doesn't it? Knowing I'm your other half. We both know it'll take guts to get rid of the other which can only result in a loss of mental stability. Such a shame how the ying yang works. I don't think it meant to cause such harm.
Did you hear the news? The oranges won the championship!!! New World Champions! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN BUT THE UNDERDOGS, THE ORANGES, HAVE PROVED THE MASSES WRONG AND CLAIMED THE VICTORY THEY DESIRED ALL SEASON. You simply have to be hear to feel this raw emotion!
I want you so badddd guitarriff.
Let the engine lube itself up. Don't waste your time with the grease. The raw chemical engineering of science will show us the way. Oh and if you weren't told by the one at the door, think too hard and you'll forget where you are. Don't think enough and you'll forget where you are. Think just right and well, oh boy, oh son, you'll find out, won't ya? Wontcha?! I always warn the boys in red to watch the bullets. I always tell the men in green keep your eyes forward with your hands around the steel. Years ago before the boys wore blue, gray was the choice of style. Not grey, don't you ever mention grey around me. We wore gray, THAT'S IT!
Layout your clothes for tomorrow morning if you choose to be on time. You'll want stuff, by stuff I do mean clothing, that matches so you don't look like a FREAKKKKKKKKKK. My mother never dressed me properly as a child. It was a sad sad sad sad point in my life. It's the reason why my socks never match. It's the reason my shirts inside out. It's the reason my jeans are too loose. It's the reason I've never gone out and bought a belt. It's the reason I'll never learn how to tie a tie and it's the reason everytime I see you in your bright yellow sunshine dress I simply DON'T MIND.
Forever ago there was a boy. This boy didn't have any toys. So he went to the dump. He found the dump. He decided to go to the dump and search for lost treasure. The dump was a land of treasure. Filled with goodies, baddies and tons of rodents.
Vinyl. Yum. Vinyl. Yum. Vinyl. Yum. Vinyl goes around and around and around. DID YOU KNOW, VINYL WAS USED ON LUNCH BOXES! LUNCH BOXES FOR CHRIST SAKE OMG.
I'll spin you right round baby right round like a record baby right round round round.
Fair enough they said, we'll take a bread and wine. Fair enough I said, I'll take your bread and wine. Let's go marching down and down into the ground like a bunch of ants returning a feast of garbage, soil and yeast.
My daughter refuses to call me daddy anymore. She said she out grew that years ago.
Porcupine. Hedgehog. Let's cross breed. Porcuhog. No. Hedgepine. No. Hedcupi. No. Hodcepig. No. Pinehog. Hogpine. Hogtie. I'm going to hogtie you until you figure out how to cross-breed a porcopine and hedgehog.
GOD DAMN. SO MUCH TO SHOW.
I met Willy Wonka once in London. He brought me to the candy shop....and well that's when he started to rap 50 cent to me, except I really don't think it was just him rappign so much as him saying.
Forever Young. Forever Dumb. Forever Mindless. Forever Young. Forever Niave. Forever FOREVER FOREVER FOREVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. EVER EVEREVEREVEREVEREVERVERVEREVEREVER...try typing EVER with just two fingers over and over and over. EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. well, three, thumb goes on space. E = middle finger. V R = pointer/index finger. IT'S FUN, CHALLENGING AND A TIME WASTER!
e.g. scooters, vacation, fall how dare you google tell me what to rant about.
Ctrl with: B = BOLD! BOLD BOLD BOLD oh... I = ITALIC like so THIS IS ITALIC ITALIAN p = publish but who wants to do that? Publishers, THAT'S WHO!
Join me down the river so we can go catch up with Huckleberry Finn. Teach him a lesson or two. Beat up that Tom Sawyer too. Damn him and his white washing, it's definitely no fun.
XXX = Alcohol. XXX = Porn. XXX = Vin Diesel. XXX = Ice Cube. That was Ice Cube right?
You know where to find me. Aisle 11 reading the Rolling Stone Magazine. Robert Downey Jr. on front.
Fast Forward. Rewind. Skip Chapter. Menu Button.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE?! ENJOYING THE VIEW OF THE SKY?!
Interrobang !?
!? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !? !?!?!?!?!??!!!?!?!!?!!?!??!
I know this girl who got so fucking wasted and left the party in a rush. She ended up at the pond and found some ducks. Near the ducks was a huge toad. The toad just wouldn't shut its mouth, ribbiting ribbiting ribbiting a bunch. But she decided to kiss it hoping it'd be a prince.
SHE WAS WRONG.
Stinky Cheese Man & Other Fairly Stupid Tales.
Squids Will Be Squids no matter how hard you try to change their ways. That's just how nature is, man.
Okay enough nonsense for one night. TOMORROW IS A NEW DAY. TODAY IS A NEW DAY. YESTERDAY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Jesus, don't cry. You can rely on me honey...
Wilco, yum.
Only three more working days and then I'm a free man! FREE MAN! FREEMAN! GORDON! MORGAN!
I have two passports. One is orange. One is red. One is full. One is empty. Music. Movies. Nummy. Nums.
Let's go dancing. Please? Please? Okay, maybe next time.
Cold champagne, bubbles on your lips. Tickles.
Tongue in cheek. GET IT OUTTA THERE.
I'll open up a business and only let you shop there.
Pull down the shade. I don't want anyone watching me while I watch them.
Keys in the door. Key into your heart. Smash your skull. Eat the brains. Play in the rain.
Our love. Mm.
When I rule the World, I will never let anyone wear your green ever. Nothing will be allowed to be that green. I refuse to ever have that color in my Great Perfect World. I don't want any signs of my weakness being out there. I don't want any signs of my only loss. You.
On a serious note on a serious page in a serious chapter in a serious novel, I once said "I'm quite serious when I say this, I want to spend every last minute of my life with you whether it's in orbit or on the ground."
iTunes is such a skank.
Only three more working days and then I'm a free man! FREE MAN! FREEMAN! GORDON! MORGAN!
I have two passports. One is orange. One is red. One is full. One is empty. Music. Movies. Nummy. Nums.
Let's go dancing. Please? Please? Okay, maybe next time.
Cold champagne, bubbles on your lips. Tickles.
Tongue in cheek. GET IT OUTTA THERE.
I'll open up a business and only let you shop there.
Pull down the shade. I don't want anyone watching me while I watch them.
Keys in the door. Key into your heart. Smash your skull. Eat the brains. Play in the rain.
Our love. Mm.
When I rule the World, I will never let anyone wear your green ever. Nothing will be allowed to be that green. I refuse to ever have that color in my Great Perfect World. I don't want any signs of my weakness being out there. I don't want any signs of my only loss. You.
On a serious note on a serious page in a serious chapter in a serious novel, I once said "I'm quite serious when I say this, I want to spend every last minute of my life with you whether it's in orbit or on the ground."
iTunes is such a skank.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Please Tim, Print These Out ASAP
http://www.ccisabroad.org/program.php?link=greece_thessaloniki&template=program_print.tpl
http://www.ccisabroad.org/apply/ccisapp.pdf
GET ON THAT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
Austin would probably be happy too if you finally got these deets in order.
http://www.ccisabroad.org/apply/ccisapp.pdf
GET ON THAT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
Austin would probably be happy too if you finally got these deets in order.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Burn it down
Did you know that every day acres of our precious Rain Forests are disappearing into nothing more but homes, buildings, and other things we as a society need to continue our expansion and prosperity? That these acres are being burned and torn down for hospitals, schools and shelters for the poor, sick and uneducated. How dare we rape Mother Nature like that? How Dare We!
Jug of Wine. Jug of Wine.
Tonight's main event dawns all the way from the Concrete Jungle. The juggling business man! Watch as he handles three completely different objects! A career, education and fun! How long can he do it for?! Watch in amazement!
I'm an Idiot, I know.
Jug of Wine. Jug of Wine.
Tonight's main event dawns all the way from the Concrete Jungle. The juggling business man! Watch as he handles three completely different objects! A career, education and fun! How long can he do it for?! Watch in amazement!
I'm an Idiot, I know.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Red like your mother's eyes...
I knocked my clock over again. I always do that.
She's stolen my heart again.
How will things be when I'm in the Ancient World? Will I find happiness? Sorrow? Despair? A Virus? Love? Money? Education?
I don't really know. My roommate says the Ancient World will only bring excitement. I'm drawn to it by the mystery. The first true step out into the World away from the protection of my family. As much as my mom thinks Massachusetts is very far from home, it's not. Greece is a whole nother step. If I can survive in Japan for two weeks with a teacher and friends. I can survive in Greece with just my roommate for months, right? Right? I hope.
Money. It's not everything. It's just something. It of course runs a majority of the World but not everything. If you can survive without making money your main concern, you're a lot stronger and smarter than most of the people around you. People let money control them. People let money make them a tool, a usage, nothing. Money makes people meaningless and invaluable. Money makes a person worth less than a piece of paper. People should be using money as a tool, not the other way around.
Me giving you 2 dollars to not potentially ruin someone else's day is well worth the price. Think about it, I bet if you would have caused that scene, she would have never kissed you. You let money treat you like a tool. I treated money like a tool to save you.
If you show the World you can't be bought, it'll make a lot of people scared. People are afraid of a man who has no price. A price, buyout, is a scape goat. If you can't converse and win over the person, money is the next option. If money is never the option though, you better hope you have some communication skills or there goes your business.
I once told a man, it's never about the shoes you wear, the clothes which cover your body, it's about the smile, handshake and voice. If you refuse to smile, refuse to shake hands, then you better damn well know how to speak. If you're a model and aren't allowed to speak, your smile and hands better do all the talking. When I say hands, I mean physique, structure, body movements. Smile is your presentation, face contact, facial looks i.e. are you good looking? If you have all three, you're Heaven Sent. If you have two, You're Good to Go. If you're only equipped with one, well you better be at the top of your fucking game. I have two 1/2 of those. I'm a damn good talker, and I'm damn good with using my hands, actions and expressions to add life into the conversation. My looks aren't top best, they're average. They're eccentric as some would say. I don't appeal to all but the ones I do appeal to fuckin damn well love me. Nothing quite like facial hair and a pink / neon blue koi fish shirt with some dickies shorts and pumas, oh also don't forget the shaggy hair.
Someone called me the other day to say they discovered a fortune. They wish I could publish it in the paper to let the World to know. I hung up on them and called the Government to let them know the number of the person and make sure taxes got a hold of it. I kid, I kid. I hung up because simply, I didn't want someone's ego going off the cliff. Who cares you discovered a fortune? Unless you're donating it or using it for good, no one should want to know about the ferrari you'll be purchasing or the 100 acre property in France. I'm probably sounding like a communist here but I'm the exact opposite. I'm a capitalist through and through. I wish everyone spent more and invested in our bloody economy but I also wish people would shut their mouthes about stupid expensive things they buy to the overall World. One thing to tell friends, another thing to call a newspaper. So if you will, let me say, Shut up. Although, I do have a guilty pleasure from time to time when it comes to watching Cribs and similar shows, so I guess I can see the thrill in showing off.
Monkeys should be allowed to take steroids too!
Chocolate Banana Milk, coming to a store near you! In super Gorilla Gorilla form!
I'd burn down London, cause the fall of Rome and put Greece in the past if it means being with you.
She's stolen my heart again.
How will things be when I'm in the Ancient World? Will I find happiness? Sorrow? Despair? A Virus? Love? Money? Education?
I don't really know. My roommate says the Ancient World will only bring excitement. I'm drawn to it by the mystery. The first true step out into the World away from the protection of my family. As much as my mom thinks Massachusetts is very far from home, it's not. Greece is a whole nother step. If I can survive in Japan for two weeks with a teacher and friends. I can survive in Greece with just my roommate for months, right? Right? I hope.
Money. It's not everything. It's just something. It of course runs a majority of the World but not everything. If you can survive without making money your main concern, you're a lot stronger and smarter than most of the people around you. People let money control them. People let money make them a tool, a usage, nothing. Money makes people meaningless and invaluable. Money makes a person worth less than a piece of paper. People should be using money as a tool, not the other way around.
Me giving you 2 dollars to not potentially ruin someone else's day is well worth the price. Think about it, I bet if you would have caused that scene, she would have never kissed you. You let money treat you like a tool. I treated money like a tool to save you.
If you show the World you can't be bought, it'll make a lot of people scared. People are afraid of a man who has no price. A price, buyout, is a scape goat. If you can't converse and win over the person, money is the next option. If money is never the option though, you better hope you have some communication skills or there goes your business.
I once told a man, it's never about the shoes you wear, the clothes which cover your body, it's about the smile, handshake and voice. If you refuse to smile, refuse to shake hands, then you better damn well know how to speak. If you're a model and aren't allowed to speak, your smile and hands better do all the talking. When I say hands, I mean physique, structure, body movements. Smile is your presentation, face contact, facial looks i.e. are you good looking? If you have all three, you're Heaven Sent. If you have two, You're Good to Go. If you're only equipped with one, well you better be at the top of your fucking game. I have two 1/2 of those. I'm a damn good talker, and I'm damn good with using my hands, actions and expressions to add life into the conversation. My looks aren't top best, they're average. They're eccentric as some would say. I don't appeal to all but the ones I do appeal to fuckin damn well love me. Nothing quite like facial hair and a pink / neon blue koi fish shirt with some dickies shorts and pumas, oh also don't forget the shaggy hair.
Someone called me the other day to say they discovered a fortune. They wish I could publish it in the paper to let the World to know. I hung up on them and called the Government to let them know the number of the person and make sure taxes got a hold of it. I kid, I kid. I hung up because simply, I didn't want someone's ego going off the cliff. Who cares you discovered a fortune? Unless you're donating it or using it for good, no one should want to know about the ferrari you'll be purchasing or the 100 acre property in France. I'm probably sounding like a communist here but I'm the exact opposite. I'm a capitalist through and through. I wish everyone spent more and invested in our bloody economy but I also wish people would shut their mouthes about stupid expensive things they buy to the overall World. One thing to tell friends, another thing to call a newspaper. So if you will, let me say, Shut up. Although, I do have a guilty pleasure from time to time when it comes to watching Cribs and similar shows, so I guess I can see the thrill in showing off.
Monkeys should be allowed to take steroids too!
Chocolate Banana Milk, coming to a store near you! In super Gorilla Gorilla form!
I'd burn down London, cause the fall of Rome and put Greece in the past if it means being with you.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Spaced is okay.
Mad Men sucks.
If I'm ever look at the time while watching a movie or TV show and my thought isn't "Oh, what time is it?" but instead is "How fuckin long have I been watching this damn thing?" well, that's just not good.
That thought went through my mind several times while watching Mad Men episode 1. The first episode should always be one of the best.
Always.
Mad Men sucks.
If I'm ever look at the time while watching a movie or TV show and my thought isn't "Oh, what time is it?" but instead is "How fuckin long have I been watching this damn thing?" well, that's just not good.
That thought went through my mind several times while watching Mad Men episode 1. The first episode should always be one of the best.
Always.
Handshake Drugs
Am I wrong in all of this? I'd prefer to think I'm far from that but who really knows, not me, that's for damn sure.
I'd like to go on a road trip across the USA, only listening to jazz, blues, swing and Wilco. Pretending like I'm back in the 1950's. I like Ike. Afraid a Soviet Nuke would go off at any time. Living life in fear, one day at a time. They say a man can't live in fear. I believe it.
A good friend of mine keeps telling me to calm down a bit. Stop and smell the flowers. I don't understand why I have to stop to smell the flowers. I truly think I can get just as much of a smell and satisfaction out of those flowers while running.
Eccentric. Explosive. Eccentric. Explosive. Eccentric Explosions are what I live for.
It's been a long time since I've seen you smile. Oh Beirut, you've never seen me smile.
Today I woke up and stretched.
Tomorrow I'll wake up and stretch.
Next week I'll do the same.
In two months I'll continue on this pattern.
Nine years from now I'll still be stretching.
Fifty years seem to be predict my stretching continues.
If I still stretch in 100 years it's because well...I found the Fountain of Youth.
Come on now Benjamin don't go down that alley way. We all know what happens when you go down that alley. You won't come back in one piece. You'll come back in two. TWO PIECES. How do you plan on explaining to your wife? I better hope you don't expect me to do the explaining, I'll be doing the running far from here. Far from home. Far from England.
Countless times you've outsmarted me but not now. Not anymore. I'm tired of it. I'm going back to get some schooling.
Schooling won't do you any good. It's not books I use to deceive you. It's trickery. It's mirrors. It's smoke, passion, magic. The crowds will never trust a man who runs on the books. You'll need to learn how to cut the corners, oil the gears without any lotion. Unless your definition of school has recently changed to prison, you'll be fresh out, fresh out of luck. But I'll do you favor. Just this once. I'll give you some luck. I wish you good luck, dear ol' rival. I wish you the most luck a villain could wish his nemesis in this tight situation of ours. So I bid you fare well and good luck for that the next time we meet, it will be me who's fooled next.
It will be! You will be fooled!
Travis, I'll continue to wish this luck to you but I think the only way you'll be fooling me is if I die, go to Hell and you're there too with the Devil at your side as the Devil screams "I told you, you fool, Hell does exist. There is a God upstairs but you are mine down here with the rest of these fools." If that moment in time ever comes, I will tip my hat to you Stevenson and say "For all the times I made fun of that cross around your neck, I take it back. I take it back sir." So how does the saying go then?
What saying?
...I'll see you in Hell. I'll see you in Hell, Stevenson.
But you just said...
Exactly.
*Gun Fire*
---
Well that was lame, in honor of it, let's go burn down some porches.
I'd like to go on a road trip across the USA, only listening to jazz, blues, swing and Wilco. Pretending like I'm back in the 1950's. I like Ike. Afraid a Soviet Nuke would go off at any time. Living life in fear, one day at a time. They say a man can't live in fear. I believe it.
A good friend of mine keeps telling me to calm down a bit. Stop and smell the flowers. I don't understand why I have to stop to smell the flowers. I truly think I can get just as much of a smell and satisfaction out of those flowers while running.
Eccentric. Explosive. Eccentric. Explosive. Eccentric Explosions are what I live for.
It's been a long time since I've seen you smile. Oh Beirut, you've never seen me smile.
Today I woke up and stretched.
Tomorrow I'll wake up and stretch.
Next week I'll do the same.
In two months I'll continue on this pattern.
Nine years from now I'll still be stretching.
Fifty years seem to be predict my stretching continues.
If I still stretch in 100 years it's because well...I found the Fountain of Youth.
Come on now Benjamin don't go down that alley way. We all know what happens when you go down that alley. You won't come back in one piece. You'll come back in two. TWO PIECES. How do you plan on explaining to your wife? I better hope you don't expect me to do the explaining, I'll be doing the running far from here. Far from home. Far from England.
Countless times you've outsmarted me but not now. Not anymore. I'm tired of it. I'm going back to get some schooling.
Schooling won't do you any good. It's not books I use to deceive you. It's trickery. It's mirrors. It's smoke, passion, magic. The crowds will never trust a man who runs on the books. You'll need to learn how to cut the corners, oil the gears without any lotion. Unless your definition of school has recently changed to prison, you'll be fresh out, fresh out of luck. But I'll do you favor. Just this once. I'll give you some luck. I wish you good luck, dear ol' rival. I wish you the most luck a villain could wish his nemesis in this tight situation of ours. So I bid you fare well and good luck for that the next time we meet, it will be me who's fooled next.
It will be! You will be fooled!
Travis, I'll continue to wish this luck to you but I think the only way you'll be fooling me is if I die, go to Hell and you're there too with the Devil at your side as the Devil screams "I told you, you fool, Hell does exist. There is a God upstairs but you are mine down here with the rest of these fools." If that moment in time ever comes, I will tip my hat to you Stevenson and say "For all the times I made fun of that cross around your neck, I take it back. I take it back sir." So how does the saying go then?
What saying?
...I'll see you in Hell. I'll see you in Hell, Stevenson.
But you just said...
Exactly.
*Gun Fire*
---
Well that was lame, in honor of it, let's go burn down some porches.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
My wishes are sincere...
I miss her. A lot. I mean, I knew I cared for her quite a bit and I know I still do but I didn't expect this to hit me now. I'm actually counting the days until I get to see her again.
28 Days. 28 Days Later she'll be in my arms. My best friend will be at my side and the ying to my yang will be living in a house with me making sure I keep my mind on the prize which is Life. A lot of my friends aren't coming back next semester but I have the three most important ones still.
My roommate / travel partner / partner in crime, Austin, is all of that. He listens to my rants, he listens to my raves. Gives me a completely different outlook on life.
My sunshine lady / best friend / psychologist, Danielle. She's the positive outlook in my life that helps me keep faith in humanity. While Austin would be the opposite side of a black & white cookie to me, Danielle would be a ying yang, mixing in certain parts. Despite our completely different ways of life and structure we click really well.
My I don't know what words to use to describe her but she makes me smile in ways no one else can, Kathy. She's in Chicago right now having the time of her life, road tripping from East Coast to Central Coast. Oh yes, I said Central Coast and just, I can't get her out of my mind. D:
I just miss looking in her big blue eyes every morning and arguing over all the dumb little things in life that don't matter and tickling her while yelling "PEE YOURSELF."
You're stale champagne and I'm a bottle of 1940 French Red Wine. You might think I'm full of class, value and warmth but I'm actually just a metaphor for a white flag.
Where have all the bubbles gone?
I'm a Tsunami and I'm here for the children. I hope Bowie's band gets big and they actually use that line/lyric. If they don't give me credit, I won't care because I'll still say everytime I hear it on the radio, "I told them to use that."
Kittens. Kittens. Kittens.
I don't get why you're acting that way, so just give up, surrender and we won't murder your mother.
I'm going to be a singer in a folk band one day, you'll see and when the day comes and my music is being downloaded illegally, I'll point to you and say "Good sir, what did I tell you all those years ago?! I'm now up on this stage, singing and playing my soul and throat out while you sit in the stands, humming along and taking notes for your music blog. I'll remember to read whatever you write and reply, I was right, you were wrong and in a world filled of opinions, it's the ones with the microphones that come out on top."
I burned down your favorite willow tree. The one we made love under for the first time. You can have the ashes if you want.
Pull the shades down, I don't want the light getting into our coffin. When the humans come to put the steak in my heart, tell them my blood already dried up.
I take my coffee black. Black like my soul or the tires on your truck. If you want we can go down to the local water hole and drink our shame to the grave.
Come on now, you know I didn't mean it. All I meant to do was show you another outlook and way of life. So what if it means burning all your possesions and family?
The friends of Jesus all went out to drink in the honor of their savior. Unfortunately, they pre-gamed, forgot to call Judas and blamed it all on Jesus's doing. Well, I think you know how that ended.
Avi!
Ev-a! Ev-a!
Do you have anything to declare?
Yeah, don't go to England.
Sneaky fuckin' Russian.
-----
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Ok, GO!
I want you to know once this is all said and done, we'll move out to the country where we can start a family. We'll have two boys, one girl. Or maybe two girls, one boy. Okay fine, we'll have one boy, one girl.
Stop pulling my hair.
Scientists in the hall. Monkeys in a cage. Runaway train. Passenger Escorts. Purple October. Purple November. Bronze December.
Flamingo May
Lime June
Orange July
Forged August
Frosted January
Strawberry Cream February
Monkey March
No one likes Monkey March.
Nonsense April
Plain White Canvas
There once was a Cowboy. There once was a Camel. They hung out all the time. One day Cowboy said to Camel, "I have an idea. Let's convince others to do what we do." Camel immediately agreed but said, "Let's come up with a name for it first!" "How about Peer Pressure?!" "I love it, all the cool kids will be doing it."
Carbonated Seas bubble too much.
28 Days. 28 Days Later she'll be in my arms. My best friend will be at my side and the ying to my yang will be living in a house with me making sure I keep my mind on the prize which is Life. A lot of my friends aren't coming back next semester but I have the three most important ones still.
My roommate / travel partner / partner in crime, Austin, is all of that. He listens to my rants, he listens to my raves. Gives me a completely different outlook on life.
My sunshine lady / best friend / psychologist, Danielle. She's the positive outlook in my life that helps me keep faith in humanity. While Austin would be the opposite side of a black & white cookie to me, Danielle would be a ying yang, mixing in certain parts. Despite our completely different ways of life and structure we click really well.
My I don't know what words to use to describe her but she makes me smile in ways no one else can, Kathy. She's in Chicago right now having the time of her life, road tripping from East Coast to Central Coast. Oh yes, I said Central Coast and just, I can't get her out of my mind. D:
I just miss looking in her big blue eyes every morning and arguing over all the dumb little things in life that don't matter and tickling her while yelling "PEE YOURSELF."
You're stale champagne and I'm a bottle of 1940 French Red Wine. You might think I'm full of class, value and warmth but I'm actually just a metaphor for a white flag.
Where have all the bubbles gone?
I'm a Tsunami and I'm here for the children. I hope Bowie's band gets big and they actually use that line/lyric. If they don't give me credit, I won't care because I'll still say everytime I hear it on the radio, "I told them to use that."
Kittens. Kittens. Kittens.
I don't get why you're acting that way, so just give up, surrender and we won't murder your mother.
I'm going to be a singer in a folk band one day, you'll see and when the day comes and my music is being downloaded illegally, I'll point to you and say "Good sir, what did I tell you all those years ago?! I'm now up on this stage, singing and playing my soul and throat out while you sit in the stands, humming along and taking notes for your music blog. I'll remember to read whatever you write and reply, I was right, you were wrong and in a world filled of opinions, it's the ones with the microphones that come out on top."
I burned down your favorite willow tree. The one we made love under for the first time. You can have the ashes if you want.
Pull the shades down, I don't want the light getting into our coffin. When the humans come to put the steak in my heart, tell them my blood already dried up.
I take my coffee black. Black like my soul or the tires on your truck. If you want we can go down to the local water hole and drink our shame to the grave.
Come on now, you know I didn't mean it. All I meant to do was show you another outlook and way of life. So what if it means burning all your possesions and family?
The friends of Jesus all went out to drink in the honor of their savior. Unfortunately, they pre-gamed, forgot to call Judas and blamed it all on Jesus's doing. Well, I think you know how that ended.
Avi!
Ev-a! Ev-a!
Do you have anything to declare?
Yeah, don't go to England.
Sneaky fuckin' Russian.
-----
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Ok, GO!
I want you to know once this is all said and done, we'll move out to the country where we can start a family. We'll have two boys, one girl. Or maybe two girls, one boy. Okay fine, we'll have one boy, one girl.
Stop pulling my hair.
Scientists in the hall. Monkeys in a cage. Runaway train. Passenger Escorts. Purple October. Purple November. Bronze December.
Flamingo May
Lime June
Orange July
Forged August
Frosted January
Strawberry Cream February
Monkey March
No one likes Monkey March.
Nonsense April
Plain White Canvas
There once was a Cowboy. There once was a Camel. They hung out all the time. One day Cowboy said to Camel, "I have an idea. Let's convince others to do what we do." Camel immediately agreed but said, "Let's come up with a name for it first!" "How about Peer Pressure?!" "I love it, all the cool kids will be doing it."
Carbonated Seas bubble too much.
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