Whiskey pulls the lever while I'm standing at the noose. Half a bottle of rum and a six pack make me dormant.

I need to get out of Austin. I need to get away from everything that has been corrupted. New friends and family. Too bad that I have to realize this now. I don't realize anything. It's already too late. I've wasted time. I am wasted time. Better now that no one know can recognize my absence. For I will disappear. Not from this life, but from ( Read more... )

encyclopedia glossolalia ( Read more... )

is what she said to me ( Read more... )

just like time is always lost and you can never go back ( Read more... )

1. When she asks how she looks shrug and say "could be better" this will keep her on her toes and girls love that ( Read more... )

I was walking down the street the other day when a man in a dark brown fedora and light brown trench coat was walking toward me. With every step he took he looked like he was laughing. Now from this being at a distance I waited to investigate this informal shit-talking endeavor further. Through the hiss of the passing cars I hear him clear his ( Read more... )

life is just too fuckin short to play or listen to freebird

way to start off a new year...this sucks

The infamously acclaimed Art Show...what is there to say about it that isn't already known. The ladies and gents gather together matching wits and knowledge mixing bullshit and booze talking verbs and nouns walking hand in hand. The point of an art show, or as the sophisticated and so articulate art show veteran would refer to it-ART EXHIBITION, is ( Read more... )