to the wall |
the code of silence and awe in the mens bathroom provides oppurtunity for in depth inspection of the imperfection of our right angles and poor spaculazation techniques
Posted by sterling on Mon, 26 Sep 2005 08:06:00 PST |
bob dylan vs the gonz |
Bob Dylan is the Mark Gonzales of pop music, Mark Gonzales is the Bob Dylan of skateboarding... think about it
Posted by sterling on Mon, 22 Aug 2005 11:25:00 PST |
dont even bother with this |
i have forgotten what it was like to be healthy, to be sane, to remember what happens. ill fall of this ride, ill jump in your mud. my elbow swell when i fall on it. this is the wors...
Posted by sterling on Thu, 18 Aug 2005 03:42:00 PST |
and this is what i do |
i drove my car right on into another, i didnt bother, my wheel is just a rudder. i drank until the break of day, emasculated in a new way, tattoos of ice trays
Posted by sterling on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
yup, that is it, its gone |
toppled over, i began to think that the descicion to let him drive the boat was a mistake. I slowly raised my head and followed with my shoulders. I was feeling sick from the two cups of c...
Posted by sterling on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
humdrum |
I've been sleeping so much. Dreaming of driving into the midwest, stopping at charming restaurants. Ive been working too much, ive been watching so many dvds on netflix. Someone need...
Posted by sterling on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
kill your ipod |
The perks of vinyl are countless, ennumeration is impossible, yet i find myself in need of explaining: In this age of quick downloads and ipods i feel alot of artestry is lost. If this cul...
Posted by sterling on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
post new blog? im inquiring? |
stagnant, oh so stagnant. The same day happens again and again. There is no blood on my door. There is no wolf at my feet. The black horse has left my pasture. The women ...
Posted by sterling on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
rojo check worth weekly |
The stagnant water slowly slips into my mouth. under two feet of brown blood i slide, letting my own life bubble up in unseen formation, pushing with no will further into the same opaque nothing...
Posted by sterling on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
my my my my your teeth cut like bricks |
There is nothing more in this life that i could ever even think to dream of asking for than the collected 'blogs' of the Guilty Pleasures. I would read it forwords and backwards then use the del...
Posted by sterling on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
