Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
PS. Last time you said you were a Medium. Sorry! I'll get it right next time.
PPS. Thanks for making today undescribable. I wanted nothing but what happened today.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I cry. I cry. I cried the hardest I've ever cried. I wish you held me like you always did. You liked it. I did too.
My eyes become blurred from the tears. The music in the background, as loud as you are.
Playing Sorry! with you. You cheat, but I don't care because I care too much about you. I still win, yet I don't care knowing that in the next few minutes I'll be next to you. Holding you. I miss
I miss your voice. That adorable smile. Just everything.
I need to write a letter, but you won't read it. I wrote one before. I got a response though, but I feel I won't get one this time. Im scared of no response.
Why can't you say something to me. Please.
I...I don't know what to do. I've done everything.
I miss you. I'll do anything for you. Seriously.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
If all doesn't happen. All I wish for is to make them food. And if that can't even happen. One last hug before I disappear.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
It has been nailed, sealed and made sure to never be removed for it would take something away. I'm becoming more unstable I think in reality. I've been sick now for maybe a few solid weeks. Is my body unsure of what to do? How to take care of itself? I need to eat. Why is this rant changing to a different subject?
I need to make sure that gold is delivered. Funny. Gold the last of the three, the most saught after? Well don't you worry. It will make a FUCKING entrance. I will make sure this one won't get thrown out, won't get respected by them. You will fucking cry when you see this, I will make damn sure of it. You will fucking see. I fucking...swear.
I don't know what I will do with myself if it isn't accepted. What would happen to it? Would it just be thrown out? No. It couldn't be. It would such a shame on their own part. Look at me. Look at them. Look at her. Look at me again. Now look at him. Look at his shoes. Look at my shoes. Look at your own shoes. Look at me. Look at me in the eyes. Look at me again. Look deep inside me. Whats there?
Vancancy. And it used to be filled with a powerful energy givin off by a special mind. A crazy crazy mind which I can never get enough of for some reason.
Yup. You got me. I know that You will read this and make fun of me, laugh at how stupid I am, laugh at a lot of things I suppose. But frankly I just don't care. I have my mind I guess.
I am A Tiffany Lamp.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Shit I can't remember what I was going to write. There was a reason...
That fifth grade crush keeps coming back to haunt me. Was it maybe because I watched a romantic comedy--Zack and Miri Make a Porno; (wait what!?) and made me witness some enjoyable moments I even had? What is going on! And now it's accessible to me as well makes me wonder if things have changed? I shouldn't jinx it, I have a feeling I will. Crap. Drap. Rap. Now tap it.
I need to write some more. I need to write some more. I need to write some more, but I feel as if there is nothing to write about? I've tried to do some writing but it just hasn't felt right.
I wrote a song with my friend. Its beautiful. It sounds exactly what beauty would sound like if it were personable. Sadly though it isn't, and therefor can not be fully understood unless listened too. It feels nice to record something, and see as it grows bit by bit slowly over time. Its very rewarding. I hope to make more. When its fully complete I will share it with the no ones who read this, I suppose I do know who reads it but I really don't.
What if this post was tagged with random shit? Maybe I'll experiment, but then again at the same time I feel it will ruin the vibe of this bloog. I think if I were to tag, I will need to experiment where its much more applicable. Though I like the idea of this being some sort of secret "gem" on the internet I suppose. Makes it seem that it is more enjoyable to read and write for this...thing. Call it what you want. I don't even know why I really ahve this anymore? What if I did stop writting? Would it bum people out, make them happy, confused, concerned? Why am I even worring about that? It's the internet no one cares about anyone on the internet. Fact.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Think of all rosebuds.
I wonder If Im still in the Sims? or if you killed me off.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
I would cry and I would visit you everyday, or at least I would do my fucking best to.
I ask myself all the time if you would do the same if I died.
Frank Weaver the truth out of thread. I hold by this statement until time ends.
Now justify what is real and what is not. Tell me that you need to express and I will open. Let's mix minds, mix bodies, mix life. Let's see the the aftermath of all of it. Let's do it.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I hope you enjoy them. Also expect something big.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
The second wise man, Melchior, brought frankincense today. It will be left out in the cold. It will be read to him, the frankincense. Only a wise man would be able to reach deep within the hollow mind.
The wise man has earned the respect within himself to call himself a wise man. I will show you this.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Billy The Kid, Did what he did and he died.
Friday, November 21, 2008
You are important to Mount Kilimanjaro as you have aided to its growth. Remeber that as it will always remember you as its greatest achievement.
You are a sculpture created by the greatest. Donatello.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Alrighty so lets just start off with the assumption. My last two posts were not about You(Geena) and Karla. Ok so Maybe it was a little bit about you, but I find it odd how you were so shocked how I looked at your myspace comments, when: A. You did that with me as well. B. Read my myspace messages between the girl you hate for no apparent reason when I would never dare to do that to you, and lastly C. Still read my blog. Still goes to show you that you care about me. You said that to me all the time as well.
By the way it still makes no sense. Im sure others would think so.
From a man who doens't take you for granted.
Monday, November 17, 2008
She got stuck in The Laundromat.
this shit sucks balls.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
James, who are you? James, tell me about yourself? James, what is your favorite color? James, how do you feel about that? James, why did you do those things in the past? James, why havn't we talked? James, why havn't we discussed ideas, thoughts, everything?
James, I want to know who you really are.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
God speed Napoleon. You will always win.
Monday, July 14, 2008
It was a great skit. Though the laced shoes didn't seem to fit his hands. Why was this? Were his hands...misshaped!? No that couldn't be. It must have been the allergic reaction the grass had after it was mowed.
It took him weeks for him to finally finish mowing his lawn. When he turned around to look at all the work he had accomplished, it had disappeared. It all grew back into a fine dust, chopped, no rather minced into a puzzle for his malformed hands.
Green, green, green, green, and most but not least, yellow grass. The best grass of all because, well the cows need it. Four stomachs, two horns and one utter. It all seems to co-relate in some odd way.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Strange to think that people who you feel would NEVER ever know stuff about you...do. Stuff gets around because you don't think it does. Strange to think that. Very strange actually.
Don't know what it is but I just feel like it was never talked about and here I see people crying, worried sick about me. Why couldn't you just confront me from the beginning? Were you guys not scared at first? What is it? Tell me instead of telling everyone. Seriously, roomates know, aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbors I guess the entire damn state knows by now. Go you guys! You really did it! *high five*
Just...I don't see why telling 100's of people will help. If anything it will make people look and think of me differently before. Sad but true. You respected based upon your actions. Just because of what I did should never help people define me, or anyone else. It's just stupid.
You are the sunshine in the night. Now blind me.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
But they are so heavy, they make me disappear.
What is this! Aid has come, to recharge myself until the wee hours of the morning.
Help is needed you say? Well we can deal with that in the morning. A mans sleep is more important than the action of help. Plus, my aid is unavailable.
If help was needed I would already been there before It was even asked for. I wish some people were like that. Until then fuck them. I'm sorry, I really am. Time to shed...
What is it? Well let's be honest with ourselves here, you define it well. No, yes you can define it in words, but rather you yourself define it. Who you are, things you do, how you speak, how you laugh, how you cry, how you interact as a whole is normalcy.
Everything else...It's just not, something is missing. You retain that missing element.
Big stretch, and may not make any sense since it's 3am. Ma-ti was heart.
The rest is all up for you to decide. Make what you want of it. I just know that it will make sense to you.
Sweet dreams you unbleached Orange.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Friday will be a br00tal day. Yeah what is going to fucking happen.
Saturday I guess shall be a mushroom pizza thanks to our sponsors and to viewers like you. I hope they didn't go bad....
I saw you for the second time this week in my front lawn. Sorry I scared you the first time.
Best of luck,
Thursday, June 19, 2008
She was alone in a back booth
A drink and a cigarette
Drinking like she was waiting for someone
Me stealing glances as she stole my breath
The next one's on me
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
1027. Ironically it's off by one. Actually it's not ironic, just a coincidence.
Again, again, and again. Always makes to much sense.
"Pinky are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
"Well...I think so Brain, but havn't we already done this?"
This was supposed to go somewhere...fucking work destroys everything.
Do I want a third? Oh jesus...
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Stupid. Plain old stupid. It should have been something else. It was a nice revisit to the old Dark Ages. It really wasn't so much of a dark age...golden age? You know there never really was an age for a civilization to go through that would just be considered its average days.
This is definitely going in a strange direction. Keep going with it. I think it works somewhat well. It has that kind of feel to it.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
It's a blur. Nothing happened. I didn't experience anything new that I should have experienced. Maybe I'll be better off as a hobo.
Homo Hobo. That just sounds funny...a bit. Maybe Geena. Maybe.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
I finally got a good look at him, and honestly I can't say I look like him. But what difference does it make right? I mean sex is sex.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Can't get something new in your head?
I guess not. You can't stand it.
If its broken, make it work.
If it works, make it better.
Sliced hands. Aching backs.
Something we all deal with.
i'll get back to this sometime later.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Hair so fucking red
Just like your blood
Splattered on my wall.
Oh how you try to ignore,
C'mon you're a complete fucking bore.
Be that used towel.
You sure as hell want it.
Oh shit! Oh Shit!
Can't believe it.
You got a few years left,
Those locks feeling bereft.
Fuck. Let it breath!
You fucking slut.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
They are so fucking sweet. HUGE, but sweet. They look like something NASA would use back in the 60's when the moon landing was going on. Cream colored. Two dials on each speaker for volume and tone.
That right there is just crazy. Sounds crisp, real, deep, loud, awesome.
Now I can do something productive when smoking. Instead of usual, nothing.
Oh by the way I've done some thinking. I think it's time to end this feud that seemed to have come from nowhere. It's stupid, and if you think other wise...well thats just a shame.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
It's an odd thing. The progression of time. I was thinking on my way back from dropping Karla off at the T, and I realized I don't remember a damn thing in my life. Rather, only renders of certain things. For example, actually, I don't remember anything really.
Yeah forget it. I fucking can't even remember the shit that I right down in this god damn blog. Half the time I don't even know why I write that stuff. There are serious posts, I guess you could say and shit I write when I'm high. I've recently stopped writing high.
Christ this is just me rambling on now. Fuck it.
Oh might I add. I feel like I'm losing the closeness I have with Wazoo. Shitty sentence but meh.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
For example, take the polaroid, and cut off the white boarder, peel off the plastic protector and use the chemical as a paint and the polaroid as my canvas. It will take a long while to understand how to get sweet ass colors, but it will be worth it.
This is Part 1
Sorry that they are too smalls.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Umm. I've been playing Brawl a lot so yeah less posting here, but it's ok it's time well wasted I would say. I've recently stopped playing WoW for some time, don't really know why but I have. It will creep back into me and waste more time-in a good way.
Oh shit! I had some leftover Polaroid 600 film because I don't have a compatible camera. So I just took the pictures and pushed the chemicals on to the film so it makes these sweet ass abstract prints/photos/what have you. I need go to the high school and scan them in.
This seemed forced? I don't know why.
Monday, March 17, 2008
I saw people. That's all that happened. But it seemed just felt like a much greater experience. Let's make that happen some more. Shall we?
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
God damnit. I need to take advantage of my portfolio and just rip shit up with it.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Today was fucking weird but in a great awesome way.
Wake up at 930 or so, and decide not to go to class because it would be a waste of gas and time. Went to Newbs with Brie. We talked about weird annoying people that we hate and also about cool awesome people that rule. Those of you should know who they be.
On the way there I saw a crap load of people randomly it was kinda sweet. Saw one of my loves drive by, we waved, I felt great. We drove on. The china man sped by as well I laughed because he's awesome.
Got two new vinyls today as well:
Wolf Eyes - Solo
Hot Chip - Made In The Dark
I've been getting really into Wolf Eyes lately. It's just drone-noise-ambient trash. It's so fucking weird and gives me the chills a lot but I love it to death. I need more bands like this.
On the way back I see Douglas walking on 27. What the fuck!? IT WAS LEGENDARY.
I think it's interesting how this is turning into sort of journal entries. Hmmm I don't know how I feel about that.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
The drive was fucking crazy. Driving into a storm is not highly suggested but well worth it. The drive there due to snow was probably around 5ish hours when it should have taken around 3? If we left any later than 7, I think we would have died, but again well worth it.
As soon as we get there we see J, in shorts and dressed as if he were ready to go to Wimbledon. Shorts, high socks, polo shirt, and to top it all off, a sweater over his shoulders. Oh yeah he was drunk and it was amazing.
During this weekend there was much recreating. Tried some AK, though it did not flow perfectly to where it was meant to go, I guess I still got a small taste. I definitely need to try some in it's pure form, untouched perfection. During the AK trials it came to a halt due to reasons disclosed by people. And it was then continued in Jamie's dorm.
Dale Davis, Dale Davis' Dad, Jeff Cutter, Alexander Grambell, and many others made phenomenal appearances through the night. Mind you these were not brought up by Jamie, but fucking Josh Gladstone. Kid is so amazingly epic and legendary. Jamie's stupid great random blurt outs stuck to the people of Skidmore and it's comforting. They are real people. Everyone there is completely real, no mannequins.
Saturday started like it should. Up at around noonish, grab some eatables at the D-hall. Talk about awesome shit. And then...we went to work out. I worked out. I WORKED OUT. WHOAAA. When does that happen? Never, but I'll be honest it felt great, even though I was just on a bike for forty-five minutes pushing 110+ RPM BABY! My ass hurt a crap load afterwords, and actually it still does...damnit.
Some stuff happened later on, we got food talked more. Good classic Wazoo shit. It became night as it always happened and well some jungles were concocted and some people became loose and such. We ended up going to some random house party that was pretty insane. I met and fell in love with a beautiful piece of blown glass, only to have her taken away from me, because her attractive girlfriend wanted it back. And it continued outside the room. Cloud nine was in effect and I was given an alter ego by sakes. I now went to Harvard, and was in the computer science college. It was fun and what not.
Red hair then filled the room. Sitting in a chair, classy, cute, adorable, and just awesome and mad cool. I guess now you could say I have created my own four. I call it M.O.K.Z. Hmmm...doesn't sound great but I'm sure there is a combination that sounds somewhat enticing. I feel like I could just rant and rant about this. Maybe I should? I don't know let's keep it cool for now. I shouldn't make this into a huge blank joke, because there is nothing to be made of it. Knowing myself though it will most likely turn into a blank joke, except there are too many syllables to make it flow. Now I'm just ranting...Damnit.
After that died down we then headed to another party on campus. Reaves B to be exact (why did I even say that?) There was nothing going on at first but then more and more people came as was expected. I decided to drink, why the hell not right? Even after I was altered, beer still tasted like balls glazed with baking powder. Played some games of flip cup against O. It was
grand. Some more recreating was done and more flipping as well. It came to an end and I was still in hopes of a session of cuddle or something. Sad I know, but hey I can dream and fuck it I will. Nothing though but it was ok, because Michigan is always in the palm of my hands.
Michigan is always in the palm of my hands. Always.
On the way back as we were getting off the New York Thruway to get onto the mass pike, we were stopped by five state troopers. On the exit to get off they were stopping everyone checking licences and registration and such. They asked if we drank or smoked in the past 24 hours. Oh no officer we are just hung over or burnt out of our minds. Sounds good! And off we went to our homes.
All in all it was a great weekend and I want to experience it again and again and again and again for ever. I want to enjoy myself like I did this weekend more and more. This was long...
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Just after this is all over, justicars impale dry wilting bones. They snap. Crack. The sound echoing throughout ones spine making them hallucinate about their loved ones. As they follow through they learn to accept that what they have loved is trapped within themselves. Tearing their clothes off in a fit of rage in hopes to rescue them only leaves what many would find amplified. Cells, nails, swans, nuts an interesting feat who unwillingly knew such a thing.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
The more I think about it, it was just nice I guess. Maybe I should have been straight forward and just said I needed a break or rather something else. I have no clue. No clue at all.
I'll perhaps maybe do some writing of some sort once I finish a paper
on Henry V. Shitty play, but what do I know I didn't even read it...
In other random news. Camera sometime this week, maybe when I get my paycheck. Let's make some magic.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I tried this out the other night with some delicious and colorful pepper jack cheese.
It worked. And quite frankly I was shocked...
It made no sense to me as to why I dreamt that specific thing. I'm honestly tempted to ask them if that may be the sole reason. Hiding back are we? Only wanting to share more moments? It's a big jumble of mess. Sloppy fucking mess.
Where has the abstract gone? I need to relocate that within myself this weekend.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Music, movies, porn, movies, warez, crack, jams, music, hugs, lights, corn, movies, warez, cups, drugs, love, you and me. That's what I'll put on it!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Let's discover everything.
You and Me all bare.
Fair to say that nothings there.
Hustling you're body all over town.
You say you can't get laid.
Honey you're gettin' paid.
You swallow his pride
Wishing someday to be his FUCKING
Monday, February 11, 2008
Download it here.
It's Experiental/Indie/Synth-noise/Awesomely good.
Listen to it. Spread it. Make love while it plays. You will make the most beautiful children when it plays.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
hall. Two figures moving violently on a couch. Only able to make out vague figures, it was clear
they were sharing one another with each other. It was violent.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
What does it matter what others think of you. To you, they are just as funny as you are to them.
I'm starting to miss everything again. I enjoyed watching a depressing football game with Fred and Becca, though...I feel like something was wrong. I don't know what. Perhaps I need to get over some things. Perhaps I need to occupy myself with shit to do. Yeah, I need more art in my life. Where has my art fag part of me gone?
Where did it go...
Saturday, February 2, 2008
The sound is just...fucking amazing. The speakers we have arn't even that great and sorta broken as well. So for it to sound this good with shitty stuff...I can only imagine new speakers and maybe a new amp or record player.
Battle - B EP sounds just fucking amazing. I can't get over the fact how good that sounds.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Later it was discovered he hung himself over the old farm bridge. No one understood how the damn bridge could sustain his weight. It outnumbered those within the bar stools, lurking, stalking the women ordering spinal fluid as if it were on tap that night. She handed the bartender a ten dollar bill and told him to keep the rest, and winked. In her soft hand she carried a fetus, nagging her asking to be put down. She acted as if nothing happened and continued to walk towards a lone wolf table. Every inch of the table was covered in vulgar writing. Mucus and semen drenched the table and continually moved like an amoeba trying to swallow the table.
She sat. Her face was clear, but only to a certain extent. She was covered in scars. Memories of her past never being able to leave her, going where ever she may go, only to mutilate the eyes of those she becomes acquainted with.
I end here. Aristotle has much to teach about life.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Walk into a hall, and ironicly so do you.
fucking damnit my finger is bleeding...
"Hey...havn't talked to you since that time."
"So this is awkward."
"Yeah, I think Im going to go finish my movie. I Won't stop by later"
What the hell why? There has to be some god damn conversation. I think both parties will agree with that, but then again what the hell do I know. I'm just a freckle on your face.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Undertow, napalms, glistening power.
Friday, January 25, 2008
It's a Peculiar pantry.
All ends covered with antiquing jousts.
In comes the wallowing grant kiss.
Inter-fegfi boiling growing
Slip far lost aging tree.
Graged knaffs Antonio.
Make zealous quarts green.
Nightly tracking rent.
Laughing his last trench coat.
Just incase bring the veal.
Open the trambled rat from snails.
It's far from what is.
If you havn't noticed I wrote these short...abrstract use of words.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Fuck that glam shit.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Gold is gold
What is success? Why does it have to be money. I don't want it to be, it only complicates everything even more than it already is. My currency has now turned over to happiness. Sure the exchange rate isn't that great sometimes but gold is gold. What weighs more: a million pounds of gold or a million pounds of dollar bills. Your choice. Mine goes to gold.
More chiptune is needed.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Listening to: Dubmood - The Mighty Pirate Sessions Vol. 1 (because myspace is dumb)
Off topic. Rock beats everything.
Im writing a paper on piracy. Support it. Why do I care about a record company, though there are good ones out there, that will just take the money and use it for their on expenses like coke parites and "dinner meetings."
Music, movies, games, writing is art. Art should be free. Everyone should be exposed to it free of charge unless it goes to help preserve it such as museums and concerts. Christo and Jeanne-Claude, those who made the gates in New York, didn't have people pay to see it. So why should others make us pay.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Fuck is all there is to say.
I slept with a model
It happened. Yes. Real deal. Fo sho. Nigga whats up.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
My favorite ride
This is for the time that was great. Though it's seemed as if they have gone down hill, who knows. Maybe it's a complete lie? Has it gone up?
Why am I still riding this god damn rollercoaster...When does it fucking end. It's made of gold, why? Why not those classic wooden ones. Sure they can't do loops but its sure as hell still going to make me shit myself and laugh.
I think I missed it. The line still seems to be the same though. Still havn't figured out where it starts and ends. I feel like im right in the middle of the line somewhere moving but with no sense of direction. It's become almost nauseating but enjoyable. Obsessing over this wait. Its just a rollercoaster isn't it?
No. I don't think so.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The French language is the The Great Balfa Family.
Rags to riches.
I am a rag. Used only when needed and just thrown off to the side as if it was nothing.
Maybe sometime soon I'll be the towel. Always wanted after being washed up. Cleaning all the filth making others look beautiful.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Blah. Entrance to a Normandy castle located on a cliff. The sky is clear. Open. Light shining on his face. Things.
She sits there as he waits. Wanders off. Goes to be thrilled goes for the frill.Christ. Kittens. Lol cats, they make me laugh and they may you laugh as well. Don't piss yourself when you watch a kangaroo with a pet dog and a best friend that's a cow.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Bitch you ain’t no nerd?
Haha. Looks whos showing some nerd, cute.
I fucking love you.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
That Right Ain’t Shit.
I recieved the new Books DVD that they played when I saw them few months ago.
Holy shit it's just amazing. It's basically perfection.
Today I drove for an antique that im hoping someone will enjoy. Though I found out they don't make the certain materials in order for it to work, I think the fact that it is what it is will make them cream. I know I creamed...twice. Fucking br00tal.
Christmas already fuck.
Fruits of our Labor
Those are the fruits of our labor.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Day I got cookie.
I got a fortune cookie today. I thought the fortune was actually pretty good compared to the other shit you get these days.
I'll post it sometime.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Veni Vidi Vici
It's just a lie though. It never really happened.
Interesting talk tonight with Jack, Hoffman, Dew, and Ellie. Well really Ellie and I were watching the Street Fighter II demo on my 360 for about an hour.
But here it is: What is it at this moment that you want that would make you content. Being content is all that really matters. And it can be small and stupid like a glass of water, it doesn't matter. If it makes you happy, great.
I want to cuddle.
Bring the cuddlness.
I want to converse about how weird growing up is and the fact that being five years old is the perfect age.
Let's talk about the truth.
There is none.
This is dumb. Don't absorb any of this.
Beauty has made me want people more.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Cookies of Mass Fortune.
Joy comes form adventure today.
Time to shake the world up.
Let's fucking do it.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
It goes with the tides.
Monday, December 24, 2007
It's a shade of green.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Festivities were on par. Plastic dubplates that stil need to be listened to and make ears joyful.
Sitting here thinking still.
Sitting at the dinning room table of my cousins house I remember Volcom is cool and have sweet quotes on their clothing. I look at the tag on my shirt and read. It made me go fuck yes. And maybe it will for you too.
"Be true to yourself and you will never fall"
Hell yes. Why can't we have more positive motivations in our lives?
Go make someone feel good. They've earned it and deserved it since forever.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Immunity doesn’t seem to work
And i still seem to look at things i shouldn't.
Saint Nick brought some dank shit. Then I recieved a sickness from nowhere. Word! Wakes me up at 6, it's rad as hell.
I holla'd a popped collah the other day. No that's a lie.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
From a friend of mine
First, there is a mountain
then, there was you
Frank Weaver the truth
ouf of thread.
We are all just missing.
It's sweetness awesome.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Trigonometric Expressive Fucktions
Look at this kid
when he goin' pro
Look at the cum
on his eyebrow
That shits classy rad old school.
There are load expressive noises behind me haunting getting louder and louder.
Repative, crash. Again. The build ends
Alternative mix to the feelings. Blood shot eyes. Mountainous escapades from the....CRASH.
The women scream in need of sexual pleasures form a man on a horse. They only recieve a sword through thy chest. Let's turn this around. On itselff in a cave. Hats off to poor old men.
We are the saddle in he upwards creek.
Blank moments like this we should cherish FOREVER. The awkward-ness can only become comfortable. Im comfortable as I write this.
I told him to stop calling me retarded.
I am craving for something. In the jungle. Lush with decaying flora. Entangled by the roots there are oranges covered with baby spiders growing at expodential rates. Why has the moon taken the spiders away from the mother.
This is amazingly stupendously awesomly amazing. Yes. Five times platinum album. Thriller.
"Suck on my balls" - G
Straight to my heart, Meldin Jewlers!...
Im really not listening to Yo La Tengo.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Salt turns sweet in your mouth after a while.
Classic Crew of Shit
Amazing sky. Dark. Black. DEAD.
I swing from the trees, I swing.
Don't fall hard of the Pillows of Saul
It's discomforting so. The plane is stable
We plan to
fight at dawn
for the rights
dawn of sheep
It's the wool.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
At the silly shit that unravles from the bandana I wear.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Shaking the Railroads Trailers
I age in three days to the most useless age. What the hell can one do at that age. Nothing.
False positives. Contra Positives. Negative Positives.
Heads. Tails. Coins.
This is getting wierd. The Alchemist says otherwise, but I still disagree with his philosophies on herding lost camels.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Last planet standing
Well actually, it just passed out a few hours ago. On a side note the cranberrys are still fermenting to their fullest extent. This is going to be a great boxing day in America.
America where the sun shines and we still all whine. Grand 'ol place to live. Let's get the fuck out of here. Move in a tree, with the rest of the wooly mammouths.
After the ice melts, it reforms in a selectve location determined by those who welcome the ice. Who might these people be? Cutter knows.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
The cliche of a turnip from animal crossing
Quothe thy raven, "Fuck them bitches up, ima rape em and get 'em pregnant, get 'em pregnant, get 'em pregnant."
we gon do a bol? - _| aka Ja
Ima geting sucked for an epic film. No it was a joke because it never happened. Where has this leg gone? My manbearpigseagulflyswatter. I made one the other night it flocked with flash bangs. I flashed my pet walrus it was shocked that I only gave him one pound of olives. Crushed olives. Little Miss Sunshine.
Hezbollah. Shi'ite. Sunni. Kurds and the whales from sea to shining seals. Farms of local cattle herding pig squeeling cup cakes. Too many cuppy cakes. No stop it. Im done.
Never enough. Never enough. Never ever fucking enough. Yeah it is.
À la mode. Barack Obama, Barack Obama, Barack Obama BOOM BOOM! What the fuck this is christmas! Multiple castrated Cactaur from Final Fantasy. Use Leviathan, always max damage and you get 120 AP to master some materia. Word.
I consider this fail. Master of puppets. No Metallica is terrible to end.
Sugar Cinnamon. PTM Fucking classic. Ima cruise that bowl of soup in my face. It's going to melt off, like my shadow priest. Im a fucking cunt. When are they fucking touring again...
Friday, January 04, 2008
They asked for a ride
but I didn't have any room in any of my watermelons. I felt bad. I drove home. They stayed.
Pass the rolling paper
i need to fix the flower pots. My sunflowers are getting so big and lovely! We can just dismember their beautiful faces once they are full grown adults. Their children take away from them, their lives destroyed. Crushed like a shell. Get it...?
"No thanks, I had Reese's for breakfast" and I'm bike "No way, you had whey protein powder for breakfast?" She replies, "Not whey protein powder! Reese's puffs cereal!" So she sliiiiides me a bowl. I crunch into it and WHAM! My mouth goes crazy! That smooth combo of peanut butter and chocolate-y taste attacking my taste buds! She zips my pants back up and says "And it's part of this complete breakfast!"
"Sheperd! Sheperd wake up!" Professor Kleiner starts to weep. "Sheperd don't fucking die on me you bastard!"
Mass amounts of people meet in front of a binary code:
10111010 01001010 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100100 00100000 01101001 01110100.
This is a real message if anyone would like to decode and later let me know if it's correct.
Alakazam, Kadabra, Abra. Said this way only increases the likely hood of an intersteller kitten wrestling match. Only the top kittens of select animal shelters can compete in the most, intensive, hardcore, in-your-face CUTE CONTEST. Only two kittens per shelter may enter to compete.
She worked well. She knew how to work well under preasure. That's good for this type of job. It was clear to her that this was a team effort. Everyone had their own part to do this together.
The built a companion cube.
Astalavista.box.sk. Cracks, keygen and serial search engine. Only the best can know about this. Fall the truth on killer teeth. Spoiled with an altered suit made specially for a homoerotic vaginal infestation. No. Yes? I guess it will happen some day. There really isn't any other way to make bread.
Time for a nap with a slaughtered llamande. Yellow llamas, they exist. Or is it just gold? False habbits lead to true meanings. Truth leads to happiness, which leans in toward the goal of gold. Trauma rama. Drama rama. Karma rama. Sauced kiwi.
No. Nothing. Nothing.
Hands on the back. Scratching, biting, sweating. You want more? I think you do. But then again you always portrayed yourself as the shy and innocent person. Why was that?
I've said too much. It stops for a fragment of time undisclosed to those eager, begging, starving for more rations. I make it to obvious to others.
Trapped just what we took.
Justification grained perfection.
Oiled from hands down.
Cracking the bells, plastic ruckus.
Altered fathomed pupils licking themselves.
Hastened tempo unable to disinfect.
Spreading the gospels of vermin.
One. Two. Three. Free to a bigger cell.
Detached quite the contrary indeed.
Light ripping the insides of umbrellas.
All that is left is fortitude. Yellow grapes.
Attempted suicide is illegal.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The outcome unpredictable.
Only wielding an implement.
Deceased trees making slates of nothing.
I thought I saw an error. What was I thinking! Reasons to make excuses to look at places I should restrain myself from. Still can't believe it, etched in my mind like an un-erasable Etch-A-Sketch.
Perhaps what traps you. The entrancement of verbal language. Galloping lips spilling out what the mind wants, not what it has to say. You want more.
Cicatriz, Help the kids, I'm defected.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Don't waste whats available to enjoy. No one wants to feel bad. Let's do it, let's make this something bigger than ever.
The awkward feeling of being reacquainted after such a long winter hiatus. That is something that will happen with in the next week or so. Be ready buddy, 'cause I'm not. This will all flood into the tunnels. The perfect metals creating friction on one another.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
It made me reminisce about some great things. No idea why, but it was an inspiring film that inspired some life into the outside.
Oh Don Quixote, what would we all do with out you.
Friday, January 18, 2008
This is the intro you can stream off some blog.
Full Length movie you can stream and also download.
I urge people who read this to watch the intro. It's honestly just breath taking.
Shit I can't wait to watch this damn thing. Makes me want to get back into skateboarding again. Damn the fucking weather and sand and salt on the streets. Damn it!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I'm doing on a massive piracy raid now. Downloading a bunch of crap I will never listen to. I still have yet to know why I do this. I guess I just like a nice collection of music, whether the music is actually good or not. I am sure there will be a point when it will be needed. About twenty seven thousand songs, such a waste of hard drive space and bandwidth. Go waste.
So this week draws closer to the end meaning more people vanish. Fuck. It will be the same as the beginning of first semester. Shitty, lonely and boring. Everything I can possibly want. Though this will happen, I will try to make it some what enjoyable. Every weekend visit the Bostonians. Let's hope they accept it.
Saving money seems to be somewhat working. I've learned a bank does me no good with a plastic card with a pretty design and numbers creased in the plastic. Sure interest is cool, but money is moving so it would be a waste. Shortest CD length is ninety days which would be a waste as well. The classes hide in a book works well. Mind you it's a Half-Life 2 art book. The shit in there is just amazing. Mind blowing.
Nikon D80, Rega P2, Bike, drums. Those are what are needed at the moment. Camera for creations, and maybe extra money who knows. Record player for my growing collection of amazing vinyls so they don't go to waste. Bike to...well, bike places. Drums, I want to pick them up. Playing that Gateway show was great, and really made me wish I had a good set.
Speaking of music. I've had this urge to start two projects. One being a complete noise band. 100% pure noise or maybe part experimental/prog, but mainly noise. The other being a grindcore band. Oh wow, speaking of grindcore, when I was hanging out with Karla a while back we both had the urge to start a grind band together. Never happened, nor will it for matters that will not be discussed, but I could be wrong. I hope I am wrong. But anyways, I thought it would be cool to make covers of classic nursery rhymes, like Mary Had a Little Lamb and others. That would been fun.
This was a very differnt take on my writing. Enjoy it if you don't like the other posts. Enjoy the last breath of false air.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Backtrack a bit. So I've planned on going cross country for roughly a year now. I feel it would just be an amazingly beautiful experience.
So to go back to my new idea. I want to visit all my friends who are in school. Nothing great but I thought I would just shoot it out there.
I think this is a very beautiful photograph. Enjoy this.
Ive been hallucinating.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Volta was amazing. Best thirty-five dollars I've spent in a long while. Two and a half hours of pure awesome-amazingness.
Recently I've been thinking about the word "friendship" What is it? What does it mean? How does it work? Why it exists? How can you tell if it's acquired or not? Just everything about it. Makes me wonder sometimes I guess.
People are starting to leave for school. This is going to be depressing again. I'll be alone doing...I don't know. I just hope to enjoy life.
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell just pumping that gas
Saturday, January 12, 2008
That music video is grand.
Friday, January 11, 2008
"What do you think of most?"
That is quite possibly the most powerful questions in a LONG ass time. Think about it, rethink that, and rinse and repeat until satisfied. Then report to me.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
It got deleted. The dinosaurs need help.
Oh yeah so Tophers life is ruined, but in a good way. Im happy.
Short, sweet and to the point today. Nuff' Fucking Said.
Now for a slider.
Jamie's a cunt right now. He's a quilting buff.
Bah, recently I've been having a hard time trying to get my thoughts out. This is not good, that means my urge to keep writing with wither away and vanish. Fuck.
Someone kick me in the face so I can start cranking some great inspirational awesome stuff. It will come out, I know it will. Keep on tugging along. Thomas the Tank Engine.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Radiohead - In Rainbows LP
Stars - In Our Bedroom After The War 2xLP
Battles - EP LP
Explosions In the Sky - All Of A Sudden I Miss Everyone 2xLP
Arcade Fire - Funeral LP
Better to spend it on that than some street whore.
Monday, January 7, 2008
"We'll have to erexcuse my friend jamels here for his absolute cameltoe he was riding in the wrye carbayarb. Be easy on him. He breezy on shim. Gim Cheesey on mim." - Jamie
Spiking towers ripping through the skies of our world. What a strange feeling it must be, seeing your own scalp from a birds eye view. Out of your head, a worm, working its way into hell. Crawling, twisting and turning, hoping to get one step closer to nothingness.
I thought about you again. There was beautiful music, and you popped in my head. It made me smile. Happy. Unexplainablly perfect. You.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
We came from the chimpanzee. If you have a hard time accepting that, that's fine with me. Believe what you want, you have every damn right to. I don't know where I was going from here. This had a purpose. Now it's lost in my mind. It will come back again.
Time will tell.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Jesus walked on water, or was it ice? People may have solved that bible mystery as to how Jesus did infact walk on water. Well who knows to for sure. I know I don't. Let's just ask our seagull guest here.
"Frankly I find this stupid," answers the seagull.
Man replies,"Frankly I find you stupid," and he takes out a pistol hidden in his hairnet. He points it to the seagulls face and says, "Are you sure this is stupid now?" The trigger was pulled. The dreamed concluded.
Anticipating the glass to finaly disengrate to just pure air. That would be the day. A swell day indeed. With black holes cuddling with their favorite planets. Strange succluded camps of gnolls.
Intricate fossils. Their bown structures seeming impossible to even create such beautiful antiques at an antique store. Sales decresing due to uninterested text forumals. The ones used for Dungeons & Dragons. Well too bad I was just a damn gnome, no one liked the gnomes. Sabrina did.
Bandwith is wasted too often in this place. There are never any fully established connections between the host and th connecter. It needs more nector, from Hector. This is lamenor. Sorry.
California. Wyoming. Panama. Cape Horn. Cape Cod. Fauna. Flora. Disease. Creating the false hope of Judith when the sky fell on. It lost balance. It grew tired. It knew it could not last long. Or forever.