i just lit a sloppy ass bottom-of-the-bag bugler ( Read more... )

August 7th, Madhatter
Covington, KY
Scott St.

Green Plastic Whistle show
come if you're interested, please.

    "You lil' ig'nant bastard" sputtered like a car exhaust from beneath Wayne's calico mustache. He clenched the loose end of his belt between his left thumb and index finger, rubbing the leather against the grain. 
    Eric's frail legs trembled, knocking his knees together violently like a noise maker at midnight on New Year's Eve. 
    Wayne was ( Read more... )

a short list of music i actually still like ( Read more... )

"Amaranthine"

i, in my resplendent infinity, exist humbly as a grain of dust surrounded perpetually by grains of dust:
a warm beach.
everything perishes into the depths from which they emerged
(a cold wash of foam water)
and life rises slowly from the chests of the deceased.

growing oldr is so scry
in this troubld time of ours
we battle with our brothers
cuz we're puzzled at the stars

http://img126.imageshack.us/my.php?image=clownfk2.swf

dude, if i fail senior year because of fucking internet biology i am doomed.

here's a quiz...

(i dont think that the options really work, i just learned how to do it on html so i decided to test it out. i am a loser.)

Why the hell do people continue to be starved for attention? That was so 8th grade. At least back then it was excusable, and you could blame it on horomones. But now, as we begin to approach adulthood, you would expect people to begin to embrace individuality and strive for privacy; strive for the value of something sacred ( Read more... )

To my dull inhabitants of livejournal, may i offer some advice: go outside and experience life. fresh air is healthy.