Yo yo yo, I'm chillin' with Sam tomorrow. Sam is the coolest bitch on the planet. This Bud is for you, babe.

Sometimes wondering is the worst thing you can do. I'm trying to suspend myself in some floating nowhere but I keep coming back to the ground, back to everyone's smiling faces. I just want to believe the music I listen to, I want to believe Simon and Garfunkel and I want to think that I am Feelin' Groovy or that I have nothing to do but smile ( Read more... )

i like stone d ( Read more... )

The smoke just danced and swayed as if to no beat, and to every beat that there ever was. I didn't need an audience, it needed no red-eyed stereotypes. It just needed itself. And it was happy too ( Read more... )

If every little energetic seed danced about and sprang forth, there would be blood upon every key and they would wipe your wounds without thinking about themselves. Blue nor red would intrude and every echo would let your heart know that it was justified in beating with the rythm. A sleight of the masters hand with graze your cheek and each will ( Read more... )

I'd like to think that my life is this complex ballet of dolls, showboating their skills from love to hate, playing into exactly every move that the excite of their bones deals them, moving like clockwork, literally clockwork and only a bit envious of the flesh and blood I have. It is naive, in a horrible way that I choose a good ten persons that ( Read more... )

I'm getting good. In fact, I'm getting very good ( Read more... )

I took my t.v out, just to see what it would be like. It's sort of empty but it makes me feel good about the lessened carbon-dioxide emissions. Actually, no it doesn't ( Read more... )

Somewhere nice ( Read more... )

We must be dead. We must be ( Read more... )