something wicked this way comes ( Read more... )

get this through your skull, you never met me.

it says a lot about the difference between me and you, but if you're all that i've got, then i'll have nothing left after what i'm about to do.

it's my favorite kind of day, filled with the things we fear that find us where we sleep, and fuck us where we breathe.

fuck.
shit is really starting to turn around and snap at me, and it's not even funny or pretty. things are about to turn real ugly.
what the fuck have you done, roy?

i need to get out of town. right. now.

i'm going to learn backwards manuals.

brakes are coming tomorrow!

For it's time for a hero ( Read more... )

london will be terrorized tomorrow night. oh yes.
there will be death, destruction, and funnel cakes.
fuckers.

lancelot and i will tear shit up. for real.

so. yeah. what now ( Read more... )

you know i don't really ever care if i get hop 360's. i'm about to give up on them completely. i know i will never get them, and if i do, they will look entirely like shit. i guess i'll just have to deal with the 360 tire tap ( Read more... )

sorry that i was gone, but i'll talk to you later :). you know who you are. ilu, poophead.

every time i hear "the weight" by The Band, it makes me think of the movie Easy Rider. which, in turn, makes me want to cry. that has to be one of the saddest movies ever. it scarred me for life.

take a load off fanny, take a load for free, take a load off fanny, and you put the load right on me.