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[10 Feb 2006|03:16pm] |
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ineb |
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blink - the girl nextdoor |
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kick ass.
she still dont know what lives about.
im still learning.
kick ass.
yyeeaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
wooooooooooooooooooooooo.
every days the same.
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[02 Feb 2006|11:22pm] |
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ok |
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useless i.d |
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im reliving the feeling of my childhood.
cool.
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| shave |
[20 Jan 2006|11:34am] |
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cool |
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the rutabega |
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club Q tonite.
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| oxe |
[14 Jan 2006|10:34pm] |
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tired |
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Boys Life - breaker breaker |
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i had this feeling while i was walking to work. im just walking down the sidewalk listening to my cd player. as i pass opal creek i have this thought of a death scene. this contraption that either floats or rolls(probably floats) with thousands of sharp spikes sticking in the forward direction comes at me from behind. coming at me full speed. i cant hear it or anything because i have my music playing loud. it just pierces through me, and keeps floating forward. off to wherever.
i dont know why i thought of this. i seem to do that alot.
the flying sphere from phantasm would make comparison to the device in my thought. only mine is really big
almost like Angus Scrimm was in the back somewhere for this.
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[14 Jan 2006|12:04pm] |
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oh well |
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deftones |
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im quitting.
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[10 Jan 2006|10:53pm] |
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team sleep. |
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god bless all of you. equal poles. god grant you and him. when i sing its over. put your knees on your floor. next to your bed. that flows with fuck.
fuck was just a good time for you and him.
next time comes with his finger inside you. think of the light poles. im up there
with he bulb.
shining cancer down on the sidewalk
next time comes his light pole in you.
think of the side walk. and heart is down their cracks.
with a heart felt shrill i make my exit.
next time comes.
hear my angry.
thats for you.
hey queen bee lets share a laugh and a beer. i'll let you puff my cigarette. once or twice. christ, i'll give that up.
i would take care of you like we were back in '93 when houses were cheaper.
living for 70,000.
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[09 Jan 2006|06:02pm] |
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cool |
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deftones - my own summer |
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i will get off by that laugh. and die smiling. i died smiling.
Heart and soul, 1996 and the cars exploding. sinister.
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[04 Jan 2006|03:48pm] |
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im not happy anymore.
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[31 Dec 2005|12:53pm] |
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up |
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explosions in the sky |
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ships is great.
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[30 Dec 2005|03:05pm] |
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ok |
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do make say think |
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sweet music.
it beats love because there are no wounds.
one more creature dizzy with love.
bukowski.
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[27 Dec 2005|11:52pm] |
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bout to get tall. |
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ida |
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i want to find the things i think about.
and when i say that i mean the thoughts that i go to bed to.
the good ones.
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[26 Dec 2005|07:07pm] |
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big up big up its a stick up.
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[25 Dec 2005|11:37pm] |
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christmas is ok.
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[25 Dec 2005|11:37pm] |
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good |
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drive like jehu - caress |
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i got a sweet sweater.
im going to wear it everyday.
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[24 Dec 2005|01:10pm] |
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ti |
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baroness - towerfalls |
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i was gone.
im little right now.
little tall.
i love music.
i got mydad all mad at me.
i really lovemusic.
good.
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[23 Dec 2005|12:43am] |
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mmm |
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medications - safe and sorry |
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medications is awesome.
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[22 Dec 2005|11:12pm] |
this is how we make things work.
In her cocoon of a bear claw. Time speaks for her. And when he hollers. She answers religiously. Moon make my sandwhiches and move at an angle. You hunk of cheddar in the utopian gas lit ceiling. Her vessel flowed cross Austin as though the lake was iced over. Iced over Austin. She is a liar. Don’t listen to a god damn word she says. Only she will be the same as you and me. Not a divine laptop. Magic city, I’ve been gazing too long at you with blind eyes. Please, let me gather on my big wheel. As your bassdrum batters at my temple. Good day, kind astophe.
They called me daddy. Did they? Hopped up on snow flakes. Sweetcakes.
Stay interesting sinister.
There are sensors in the street. You muss’nt talk loudly. Too loudly could obliverate you beyond belief. Stay above ground. The sensors will not hesitate to remove your vocability. I have seen it happen. Beyond belief.
Leave me, with my bell set, single handed fascist game boy.
Stay obsolete.
Jazz your feart into my ocular. Blind me as your conscience.
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[22 Dec 2005|10:47pm] |
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yup |
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daniel striped tiger |
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yeeaahh mutha fucka!
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[22 Dec 2005|01:38am] |
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tttaaalllllll |
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the 90 day men |
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life is good. i love music. i love my friends. i enjoy subtances.
music is great.
wabbaddiinnggg!
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