A day in the life ( Read more... )

Kept in its original formatting for your reading pleasure ( Read more... )

Marque the heavily sedated construction site worker finally killed someone today. For months I saw the rage building within him, but I never had the courage to approach that tortured soul ( Read more... )

Ahem. I am only doing this because my best friend has requested it, also I woke up early and have nothing better to do. So no one get the wrong idea or anything, my journal has not become a real journal. Consider this a first and last ( Read more... )

Ah, sometimes I grow so tired, but I know I've got one thing to do: Ramble on ( Read more... )

Here's an old interview I had with the guy on the Quaker Oatmeal boxes, back when I was like 14. Please excure any grammatical errors or unfunnyness, I obviously wasn't quite the genius I am today!

MaD Interview #3: Interview with the Quaker Oats Guy ( Read more... )

'Twas the night before chicken, and all through the mouse, not a pigeon was stirring, not even a cow. The lights on the windows turned a green shade of red, and the merry little elephants played dominoes in bed. The penguins danced to the heathen drums as the peacocks spoke french, and the aliens ate broccoli on a floating park bench. Listening ( Read more... )

Change the world, change the world, change the word, change the earth. Death and taxes are the only things I enjoy ( Read more... )

Dances With Chickens,

When the fat old sun in the sky is falling ( Read more... )