Dogs bollocks |
My favorite type of dog isn't a breed its just any confused dog this is the type of dog when you walk into his yard hes like "ello whats going on here why are you in my yard I'm feeling slightly confl...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 03:45:00 PST |
why little old ladys rock lol |
A little old lady is walking down the street, dragging two plastic garbage bags with her, one in each hand. There's a hole in one of the bags, and every once in a while a $20 bill is flying out of it ...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 01:50:00 PST |
Frustrated |
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
RRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAA...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 07:56:00 PST |
The Dream |
I'm talking to a lady young in apperance but her eyes reveal her to be thousands of years old I'm bartering a deal for immortality a deal that I have no plan on living up to the price is to steep...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 08:26:00 PST |
Aim as a messenging service sucks bawls and I need your handles |
and this is the reason why on behalf of my own stupidity you get aim and you stick it on the remember my password thing and you don't use it in forever so when you have to reformat your pc your screwe...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 01:13:00 PST |
The Sun The Moon The Stars |
there is a woman
shes dreaming of a man
he whispers in her ear
just grab my hand
she touches his fingers
his fingers brush hers
in the grip of shared energy
the building is gone
1000 miles abov...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 01:07:00 PST |
Four Horesmen of the Apocolypse |
What if the horse men are not men but instead a chain of events one leading to the next that eventually leads to the end
Pestillence: some sort of bug or blight appears and ruins staple food crops acr...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 04:17:00 PST |
The Space Between Us |
The wind blows gently across my ace carrying with it the scent of moisture without even closing my eyes I can see the force of its energy impacting my skin at the cellular level causing a slight press...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 04:15:00 PST |
rage |
I miss the good ol days when if some one was irkin you you could cleave theyre head off and shove it on a stake to ward others :) Other than that I feel great I've grown my goatee/beard back have star...
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 04:02:00 PST |
a great man died today |
the world is less shiny
Posted by InflectionOfVoice on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 10:55:00 PST |
