This one is for Megan |
So I'm at the laundromat, right, and I'm waiting for my clothes to dry as I scan the room, and look at all these dryers, so many clothes went into them, so many people used them. Suddenly I felt sorry...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 18:27:00 GMT |
Subliminal Messaging |
So I'm debating this girl on morality and she says, "It's all relative," which has the subliminal effect of making me feel like a relative, like I've known her all my life, and then she goes on about ...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 17:11:00 GMT |
religion |
I'm thinking about starting a religion which is the exact same as Christianity, same book, same story, same rituals. Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all that good stuff. The only difference would be tha...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 01:43:00 GMT |
on death |
Death is a funny thing. It's like magic. We're here. Then poof. We're gone. Imagine what it was like for the first organism to experience death. The amoeba. He must've been like, "Oh shit! Oh shit! I'...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 22:41:00 GMT |
quickee mart |
So I go to the 7-11 down the street and it's like 3 in the morning, nobody there, just the way I like it. I gather up a couple of drumstick icecreams, the ones with the flat swirly top. I'm into these...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 14:37:00 GMT |
haircut |
Back in junior high school I used to cut my own hair. People would gently hint that it looked awful but I was too proud to even admit I did it myself. It was ridiculous. I looked like Calvin when Hobb...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 13:35:00 GMT |
Bad day?? |
You know how when you're having a bad day, and the very last straw, the thing that sends you over the edge is the littlest, most insignificant thing? Like your shoelaces getting untied or the remote r...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 10:32:00 GMT |
censorship |
Censorship is confusing. Like, I don't quite understand why "shit" is so unmentionable while the word "hate" is perfectly acceptable. Think about it. You can say "hate" in the classroom, on television...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Feb 2005 10:15:00 GMT |
Untitled song...someone help with a title. |
Verse 1: I woke up alone,
rolled over with outstretched arms,
with hopes of grasping something more.
But something was missing,
feelings disappeared,
as I watched you walk out the door.
Chorus:...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Jan 2005 11:36:00 GMT |
when I was a kid...2 |
When I was little I thought adults had it made. They were much bigger, first of all, and they had all this cash to buy all the candy and toys they wanted. They went to these mysterious things called "...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Sep 2004 03:01:00 GMT |
