it's alive!!!!! it's ALIVE!!!! (i hate spelling!!!)(i actually don't hate anything, nolike) |
there is one man, that i have found to be the anti everything. there is one man, that i have seen become the world and then some.there is one man, that i believe is seeing life through new eyes.ther...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 00:33:00 GMT |
yeah, maybe this IS the good life |
well, after i got up this morning, i thought about what happened last
night, yesterday, etc. i thought about direction in life (mine
and everybody else's), about tomorrow, and how everything we kne...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jan 2009 08:19:00 GMT |
feelin fine in ’09 (add schwad) |
so i've had these dreams lately... maybe i shouldn't say lately...they've been the type of dreams that have an infinite replay value inmy ole' noodle. i won't go too far into detail, lest i boresomeo...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 02:59:00 GMT |
2006 |
i sit at the table of my friends, not really concerned with anything, yet worried about every aspect of my life....there are a few things i've learned over the past year....1. trust nothing, sparing ...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 03:47:00 GMT |
bum neck |
aaahhhhhhhhh! this ole' body o' mine-has put itself in a bind-this ole' body o' mine-'s got an achin' in it's spine
(to the tune of "this lil' light o' mine)
fuckin' suck....
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 16:28:00 GMT |
borscht equals gloricfication |
manage my time, you subtle gnome...
manage my life, you stellar plume....
it all boils down to what one wants, what one needs, and how he/she goes about getting it. the reservations of mankind h...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 01:02:00 GMT |
"oink!" says the ostrich |
and its always a guessing game for me. acceptance, rejection, friendship, hatred... all have value in their own right and in their own time. my time is not important, which is why i disloc...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 18:42:00 GMT |
bloinks for tots |
sometimes its like walking a tightrope. the wind blows and you're overboard. the tide changes, and you're swept away...
what boars into me is our inherant need to hold on to everything so ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 02:11:00 GMT |
hmmmm..... |
okay, so it begins. when are we reconstructed? when does the perfect pass away? i'll listen.... i'll listen when i'm dead and buried, full of the once lit flame of passion, of expect...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 02:54:00 GMT |
time equals money |
so there was this strange noise in the back yard the other day. was it pudding? no, it actually turned out to be three and a half german fighter pilots playing a pick up game of wiffle ball. the no...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 16:29:00 GMT |
