Don't Take Me for Granted |
I'm your worn in leather jacketI'm the volume in your fucked up teenage bandA Pack of smokes and a six packI'm the dreams you had walkin' down the railroad tracksYou and meI'm your first taste of roma...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Sat, 26 May 2007 10:11:00 PST |
A friend of mine gave me some insight today |
And I kind of got analyzed.
It gave me alot to think about. Some things that I really need to work on.
I know I have flaws. Everybody does. But are these the flaws that define who I am? Are they flaws...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 05:13:00 PST |
I'm home |
I might try and stay here for awhile.
School is back in session. I guess that's pretty important.
I really wish I could get out of town and go somewhere. I need to dry out, and take some time to clear...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 10:22:00 PST |
Marvelous Bob - The End |
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Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 04:29:00 PST |
Marvelous Bob .15 |
I've got about three weeks of pay to put someplace, and an old milk jar isn't going to cut it anymore.
So, to the bank I go.
A lot of memories in banks.
If I had thought about it for just half a se...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 09:20:00 PST |
Marvelous Bob .14 - Grace .2 |
I couldn't sleep that night; I lay there for hours just looking at the stars.
I was awake, that's why I heard the window break.
It was the other thug.
He knew where we lived? Maybe he followed us, who...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 11:33:00 PST |
Marvelous Bob .13 - Grace .1 |
I can't sleep at night.
I try. I do all the stupid home remedies& warm milk, all of that crap.
But it doesn't work.
My bed's set against the window and night after night, I just look out at the sta...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 02:10:00 PST |
Marvelous Bob .12 |
I crouch down.
You know, slump in my seat, pull down the brim of my hat and push up my sunglasses.
I'm doing my best not to be noticed, which, I guess, is why I get noticed.
There's this man next t...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 03:43:00 PST |
Marvelous Bob .11 - Family .3 |
My 'brother' is a super hero.
Sometimes I can't believe it. I mean, I knew him when, you know? He's not even that different now.
He's a super hero and it's just not fair.
Everything com...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 08:28:00 PST |
Marvelous Bob .10 |
My head is full of questions.
Most prominently: Where am I?
It's dark.
Why is it dark?
My vision is hazy and gray, but I can make out a room, and a chair, and...
Maria?
I force my eyes to open.
Why is...
Posted by Walking Is Still Honest on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 08:26:00 PST |
