When i die my headstone is the rock of gibraltar,
maybe some sort of mighty chrome clock or stone altar
falter in ya footsteps too small for me or possibly carved like a chest or monuments perched cliffs by the sea,
ships in the sea, burnt auburn viking beard, pitched fire tipped arrows penetrate atlantic white-tip caps,
permanent atheist, what a ( Read more... )

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"Mansion slippers. Yacht shoes. See, i don't cruise control, i control the crews."

Somehow i managed to lose my wallet with a shit ton of money in it in Justins car without ever leaving the car. It sounds impossible, but we tore apart that car and there is no wallet. What the hell MANG!

Whatever...there's ( Read more... )

So, things have been wierd lately. Really good, but wierd. I feel really nervous all the time. After christening Tha New House with Sam, Max, Justin, Julie, and Shannon, despite having one of the best freestyle sessions ever i have decided not to drink for awhile. I am addicted to Quiznos Subs and have been spending way too much money on food and ( Read more... )

I have two fucking calculus tests today, i am super nervous.

I have procrastinated with making up this last one for so long that a second exam has rolled around.

Thank goodness yurij is nice.

But, i mean yeah, i'm really nervous. it's hard to take two exams at the same time.

And i was supposed to bring that card in from PARTA to be like hey, the bus ( Read more... )

Sometimes, struck slicked back against patterned walls,
In bedsheets ridden in sickness or in health i crawl from morning to morning,
Eyes open, eyes closed, singing to myself through brazen conchoids,
Shitting pipe-dreams, my mind in the streets, Rimbaud swollen with pride.
Tangled, dew-like, soft, cold, and torn in the mouth, caught with hooks in the ( Read more... )

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the entire way home today i think about getting home and trying to download music from the Bomberman 64 soundtrack. Upon arrival at my villa, i realize that my father has massacred my headphones via trying to take them apart to 'fix' them.

With no clear way of listening to the groovy bleeps and burbles that back scenes of a panicked Bomberman ( Read more... )

4am. Delayed and much fussed over online Chemskillbuilder haunts my tired eyes. Suddenly, inspiration! Start a sketch comedy show....hmm....with....Sam Patterson and Justin. My mind begins to tackle the problem. Sam has a perfectly fine videocamera. I postulate that perhaps Sam and Justin are more funny with alcohol in them. The gears begin to move ( Read more... )

Haven't  you ever heard of a...KILLA? I drop bombs like hiroshima ( Read more... )

Get the SunnO))) and Boris split.

Its fucking amazing.