who ARE you?!?? |
write me something purty, don't do me no more dirty and we'll wander 'round the mountains out near maryville in the springtime.it's snowing, though, still, even though we'll be so warm 'til old gal wh...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Mar 2010 01:08:00 GMT |
ode to a hip hop road dawg |
O where, o whera is my good friend tara?She lost her coat and her phone way down there, a drunken New night with the Castle and Jager.I think for her birthday I'll buy her a pager,or at least a black ...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Feb 2010 21:52:00 GMT |
i got a squawkbox in my yard, and he ain't happy. to him this weather ain't pretty, it's crappy |
once again, the birds are pissedfor the scenic city to see a snow like this.two weeks ago was practically spring time...at least the birds saw it that way in their eyes.the daily highs were around six...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jan 2010 13:45:00 GMT |
one more cup of coffee for the road, one more cup of coffee ’fore i go...to the valley below |
so i saw this bumper sticker today that said "you can't spell crap without rap"...i'm pretty sure it was some sort of half-assed attempt to dis rap music. and you know, most of the rap music tha...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 20:23:00 GMT |
The Ghost of Talking Rock |
there is a town that i know, on the side of the hill, with character and charms abound.the children all gather to play in the park,and chase one another around.of course every springtime the flowers w...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 09:09:00 GMT |
the truth hurts |
interruption. something great was coming, or so that's the feeling i had while laying on the couch and swirling her story around my head. 'the truth hurts' is singing sweetly from&nbs...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 19:56:00 GMT |
trying too hard to be WEIRD and DiFfErEnT, riiiiiight... |
just pretend she isn't there. that's the easiest way to handle this. maybe you should've just pretended that she wasn't there in the first goddamn place and you wouldn't be in the middle of all this...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 15:41:00 GMT |
soft silly music is meaningful magical the movements were beautiful all in your ovaries |
so i'm laying there with my head on the pillow and trying to convince myself that i am in fact not sleepy even though my eyelids fall shut on me about every couple of minutes or so and there is some g...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 11:41:00 GMT |
i tear my own face off in the finale. stick around. it's ILL. |
holy god, it smells like rotten poon, vegetable soup, and nail polish remover all up in our office building. i swear, i'm getting nauseous. pardon me while i yak on this damn keyboard.&nbs...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 10:48:00 GMT |
I DID NOT STEAL THIS TITLE FROM A RAP SONG. I AM, HOWEVER, A THIEF. |
hey, how come every time i try to type the word this, i fuck it up and type the word shit instead? shit can be very dangerous when you're trying to send an email to a camper's parent and this.&n...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 10:10:00 GMT |
