I am never listening to you...I am just waiting for my turn to speak.
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.â€
Family
Father , Sister , Brother Alex , Brother Brandon ,
Cuz Sheena , Cuz Ben , Cuz Stephanie , Cuz Christie , Cuz Selena ,
Cuz Christina , Cuz Jen, Cuz Shelly
Friends
Heather , Matzt , Amy , Rozelle , Andie luvs polar bears, Nicole , Anna , Joey , XTina , Aaron , Billy , Caitlyn , Carol , Nicole and Jon , Michaela , Vagina , Juli , Mindy , Dorsey , White Sean , Sarah!! , Ashley K , Heidi , Noni my Placebo , Ann , Brothers Manic Gabe & Silent Bob ,
My Vehicle
1986 BMW 535i
Bands That Rock
Jupiter Sunrise , Issue Ten , DESA , Plain White Ts , Bouncing Souls , Total Chaos , Big D and the Kids Table , Facing New York , VooDoo Glow Skulls , The Evening Episode , Break Cadence , Tsunami Bomb , Go On Red , Minipop , Arrogant Sons of Bitches , The Flatliners , The Dresdon Dolls , Skanonymous , The Aggrolites , The Phenomenauts , Time Again , Holy RoleModel , Push to Talk , Tera Melos , Pizza High V , Weezer , LA Symphony , Three Bad Jacks , The Shifters , RX Bandits , PO Box , Swingin Utters , The Blood Brothers , The Hot Toddies , Link 80 , Jason Webley ,
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“I've never known a musician who regretted being one. Whatever deceptions life may have in store for you, music itself is not going to let you down.â€
you suggest a movie to me and i'll watch it.
"THE END AND THE BEGINNING"by: Wislawa Szymborska,
After every war
someone has to clean up.
Things won't
straighten themselves up, after all.
Someone has to push the rubble
to the side of the road,
so the corpse-filled wagons
can pass.
Someone has to get mired
in scum and ashes,
sofa springs,
splintered glass,
and bloody rags.
Someone has to drag in a girder
to prop up a wall.
Someone has to glaze a window,
rehang a door.
Photogenic it's not,
and takes years.
All the cameras have left
for another war.
We'll need the bridges back,
and new railway stations.
Sleeves will go ragged
from rolling them up.
Someone, broom in hand,
still recalls the way it was.
Someone else listens
and nods with unsevered head.
But already there are those nearby
starting to mill about
who will find it dull.
From out of the bushes
sometimes someone still unearths
rusted-out arguments
and carries them to the garbage pile.
Those who knew
what was going on here
must make way for
those who know little.
And less then little.
And finally as little as nothing.
In the grass that has overgrown
causes and effects,
someone must be streched out
blade of grass in his mouth
gazing at the clouds.
Thanks Amy C. for always loaning me your Palahniuk books
next are books I own
"DOES IT MATTER?" By Siegfried Sassoon,
Does it matter?- lossing your legs?... For people who will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When the others come in after hunting To Gobble their muffins and eggs.
Does it matter?- losing your sight?... There's such splendid work for the blind; And people will always be kind, As you sit on the terrace remembering And turning your face to the light.
Do they matter?- those dreams from the pit?... You can drink and forget and be glad, And people won't say that you're mad; For they'll know that you've fought for your country, And no one will worry a bit.