When you die.... |
Following the crowd provides security, cities alienate people, many of the things you want are worthless if you try, congratulate yourself; surviving can take a lot of energy, everything's an integral...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 05:23:00 GMT |
Camelot calling......... |
Who's that mighty baritone slinking his way past all these fancy ladies, acting like he doesn't see but one of them, knowing in a moment every head is turned, lips parting with bold accusations spoken...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 12:30:00 GMT |
Crashing Foreign Cars |
I crashed a foreign car once, in the snow, my brother has too, sixty times and counting, unless you dont count that wheel that came off, then its fifty nine, not in the snow though.
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 10:38:00 GMT |
Kinda, Not Really |
Adventure? Excitment? Yeah, maybe if you turn your head to the right and fart while plucking out the notes of Bury Me Not on your one of a kind Stratovarius kazoo, U2 spinning in their graves at the s...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Mar 2009 17:01:00 GMT |
My Ships |
My ships are sailing, Three thousand oars keep pace for twelve hours solid, With the ocassional rower succumbing to exhaustion, or Suicide. Like the master of the realm, I captain these crafts toward ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 05:45:00 GMT |
insomnia |
Its not worth saying if noones listening. Fishing without bait, as the ripples fade from the waters edge. Shit.
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 23:41:00 GMT |
