i always need an audience.
it seems so pointless to freak out without one.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
levitating.
such extreme post hangover, monday sluggishness.
feels like my body and my mind had a divorce, and a bloody fight.
its like silent treatment in my vains.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
i would name her rock-n-roll
I'm sure you've heard...heard all about the science of exploitation. First, they said they wanted more coal per man hour. Then more steel per man hour, then more textiles per man hour, after that it was more automobiles per man hour. Now they say they want more chips per man hour - but take a look around you, and its obvious that its always really been about one thing. More pussy per man hour.
oh thats rude.
seems to be true.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
time's not your friend
I know there is a hollow
I need to fill it with a draft
Of all the words i have to say
And with a quiet whisper
I send a curse upon the day
That never used the sun to see...
The light
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Caviar and cigarettes...Well versed in etiquette
old fred, just got it right, his glamor riddicules all girls in catsuits and bodysuits everywhere...
its the chest hair,
defnitely the hair.
oh and the sequence
and the stance
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
90's mac and cheese...
via youtube.com
i heart rilo kiley.
90's magic i say.
i can do the frug
the frug :
The Frug (pronounced "froog") was a dance craze from the 1960s that evolved from another dance of the era, The Chicken. The Chicken, which featured lateral body movements, was used primarily as a change of pace step while doing The Twist. As young dancers grew more tired they would do less work, moving only their hips while standing in place. They then started making up arm movements for the dance, which prompted the birth of The Swim, The Monkey, The Dog, The Watusi, and The Jerk. The Frug is sometimes referred to as The Surf, Big Bea and The Thunderbird.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
tongue in the cheek
If you were a balloon, I'd toss you into a field of porcupines.
If you were a Kit Kat bar, I'd leave you on the dashboard all summer.
You are an onion. You make me cry.
If you were a sweater, I'd unravel you.
If you were a toilet seat, you'd be covered in dry ice.
If you were an instrument, you'd be a loud organ.
If you were a toy, you'd be a Furby.
You are God. You're not real.
You're a drunken, slurred accent. Nobody understands you.
call me animal...
'come here'...
'hu hughghhghhuuu'
'STOP!'
'look at him so delectable and chew able'
'BE STILL!!!'
...call me animal....
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!
Monday, November 9, 2009
guess we can stay right here to pray... is this cinematic?
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
oh my fuck. the cheese.
this is one of those extended feel good 20 liners.
that make people think that there fucking insanity is now something that attracts many a suitor.
ohhhh crazy bad boy. i want you i need you. because my mommy will disagree.
guess we can stay right here to pray... is this cinematic?
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
carpet baggers.
feeling blughghgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg today.
this made me happy! recession alla mode....
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