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Tune In/Drop Out
4/20 and whatever, right? Figured I'd buy into it this year and try something new and exciting. Got a big ol' bag of mushrooms and pounded through it with a friend of mine. Started at about 9:00 Saturday evening, got to bed at about 5:00 this (Sunday) morning. When I was in the midst of it, I thought to myself "I'm going to write this all down" ( Read more... ) -
The Beatles
I should be working right now, instead I've gone to bed ( Read more... ) -
but the kid is not my son
I've spent the last week:
Getting stoned
Watching Jesus Christ Superstar
Getting drunk
Writing essays
Reading for classes
Dancing on the fireplace at the Snooty Fox
Dancing on the table at my house to 'Thriller'
and some other shit
I'm tired
and burnt out -
Walking: A brief instructional rant
Walking. It's not very hard ( Read more... ) -
Away Mode
Alright. Here we go... I've already bitched about this to other corners of the internet, but now you furry kids who read this will get a chance to respond... and respond you should! I'm always curious as to -why- people actually do this, and what their -possible- reasons could be... It blows my mind ( Read more... ) -
In Rainbows
So, reading week has been charming so far. Moreso than I thought it would be ( Read more... ) -
spam
I only read the subject line:
"Enlarge your dick to unprecedented lengths"
from: Ersraf Gerker
If that doesn't make you laugh, you're dead inside. -
Anyway...
Aside from Sia being the be-all-end-all of my musical tastes right now, things down here have been pretty much unremarkable for the last month. January was nothing if not an entire write-off for my life. I don't recall doing anything of note, save a few scattered events here and there, and nothing of that sort could be considered 'productive' or in ( Read more... ) -
Academia
You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator
And together we'll work out on the escalator
I will time you as you run up the down
And you'll measure my footsteps as I blow through this town
The mean of our heights is divided by the nights
Which is times'd by the daggers and the root of all our fights,
The pass of your poem is to swathe me in ( Read more... )
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