remains |
where do I begin. flack exploding through the entire length of the fuselage and we are going down. can i jump air ship and risk an uncertain landing umongst farmers brandishing pichforks o...
Posted by chris veska on Thu, 03 Nov 2005 07:31:00 PST |
command structure |
Another sunny day gone down the can. I can almost envision myself with a motive for life. Oh look, star trek is on. How useless can one be if their big accomplishment for the day is shaving? Well, thi...
Posted by chris veska on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
february 3rd, 1989 |
some form of sanity in queue. seeking. vigilance. okay, now i am just stretching for substance. you have all the time you need yet none of the framework to capture this work.&n...
Posted by chris veska on Thu, 09 Feb 2006 12:30:00 PST |
das boot |
depth charges. quick, check the fuses. control room secured. no serious damages. they actually spotted our periscope. getting any louder? the same. its pulling ahea...
Posted by chris veska on Mon, 23 Jan 2006 11:55:00 PST |
happy christmas |
being so distracted, ive completely missed out on the christmas experience. christmas day came and went like a mid season hockey game between two teams that have no hope in hell of getting to th...
Posted by chris veska on Tue, 27 Dec 2005 04:38:00 PST |
La sirena |
La sirenaYou are heart in the wavesLa sirenaYou are heart in the wavesYou are heart in the wavesCause you are the end of meYeah youAre the end of meYeah youAre the end of meYeah youAre the end of meLa...
Posted by chris veska on Tue, 15 Nov 2005 09:30:00 PST |
peter pan |
how in the hell do you lose your wallet on a roof? just ask me. yes, thats right. the best part was the successful rescue attempt. it involved stealing a ladder from an old lad...
Posted by chris veska on Sat, 12 Nov 2005 07:17:00 PST |
unique ability |
to say the wrong thing at the right time. I am the dream team of misery, swoosh. To the core, I am pure evil. Eventhough I cannot stand for ignorance, I am comprised of solely of tha...
Posted by chris veska on Sat, 15 Oct 2005 04:27:00 PST |
the old accordian |
Let another day fly away, catch yourself dreaming and you will be sorry. Lead weights will come thundering down from the heavens to press down on your shoulders with the ferocity of a dozen drunken k...
Posted by chris veska on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
station three |
I was surfing the radio in my head today, but I couldnt find anything good on(Ha, what type of clause is that suppost to be, nice start!). I must have strolled out of a cave full of leapers this afte...
Posted by chris veska on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
