i'm a sandbagging son of a bitch.  i kept feeling like i as going to yak all the way home this morning. 
i could use a good night's rest and a neck, back and shoulder massage. i feel like hammered shit.

the holes in my knees got way bigger. they're cold now. i think it's time for new levi's.

another weekend of nuts, butts, cunts, and farts. and ( Read more... )

i closed my eyes, just for a second and heard bottles jangling together. i opened them and nothing was there. 
i wonder what time it is.

"i should've joined the service ( Read more... )

I should've joined the service.

dont depend on your government.

your opinion is null and void.

we're all gonna die eventually.

work on your spiritual side.

if you dont have a solution to the problem you have no right to complain.

to each his own.

accept.

What if at the end of a rainbow the gold in the pot was rust red and smelled aweful? 
How can there even be gold mysteriously at the end of a rainbow? That stream of colors is one of the ugliest things i could ever think of. 
And furthermore, the government wouldnt allow a pot of gold to just sit in a field, where just anybody can get to it. 
It has ( Read more... )

get me the fuck away from this thing.

"Most people are raised to be quiet, to conform, to obey. They're told they should go through life avoiding risks or fights or trouble or whatever. We're raised to think that blood, violence, and sex are things to be avoided. But watching Chino(Lee Marvin in The Wild One) made me realize that it's not that simple. For some of us, living outside of ( Read more... )

last night was another saturday night of mayhem.
my friends and i have an undying trust to let each other be who we are.
no matter how intense the situation may be, a fart is always on the way...and a shrimp job.
we are so fucked up.

our alcoholic livers thrive on each other's trials and tribulations. we create our cushioned world. one not of their's. and we live in it for one night at a time. our crazy heads fill with crazy ideas that lead to crazy actions. these actions are gasoline on the fire.
tonight was good. no sleep for the wicked.