Stuff and junk from my world view that finds an outlet in written form. My own personal hell shared with you. For your infotainment. All activity is performed without adult supervision.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

8:01:07 - I Finally Have It!





















Those before us had Zeppelin. We have the Smashing Pumpkins!

Monday, July 23, 2007

Fantasy Adventure!

Oh what a beau-ti-ful day!
Places to go!
Things to see!










I know exactly what it needs...










what a fine pair of Knockers!










Asshole.










Oh, I thought it did something else.










Doesn't everyday feel like this?












Later.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Overdue

I was recently informed I could be going through a "Quarter life crisis"(Check the Wikipedia, thanks.). Meaning I still haven't gone through my mid-life as I thought some time ago. Im going through the desire-to-shoot-something phase, and need more powerful computer syndromes (Oh the need to play Fallout 3 when it's out and Starcarts 2 and Allan Wake) which I believe overrides the desire to have children. And, did I mention I caught the Loach? Everyone applaud me! I need more time(not money, I have to mention this, Isn't more time what we really need to make up for every, well almost, every mistake. And a time machine to erase every mistake, working on it. Ha.)!

Anyways, wouldn't it be great to do Parkour, I mean real Parkour? Guess I'm just scared.

Later.

To know my mood as of late; go track down this song by Ben Folds.
I was singing this song to myself of past:

Still Fighting It

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only $9.95
It's okay, you don't have to pay
I've got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you 'bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
You'll try and try and one day you'll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
Oh, we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it

And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Friday, July 06, 2007

Now all I have to do is wait 'till the album is out.