edited. abbey road. track 6. whole thing. for now. abbey road. front to back. whole life. last night… eh? um…? yeah…? 1 2 3 4 fifth.
is the shit. amazing. so amazing. sorry my posts aren’t deep or thoughtful but I don’t care. Why don’t you go sanction me with your army? oh wait, you don’t have one.
I sprained my ankle pretty bad. I have cruches. And an air cast. Awesome. So I can sit down more…? Yes? Yes? Yes. Still, things are good. But seriously fuck my body.
I can only make out to black pop artists.– -Me, as told to Brett. We didn’t make out though.
I get to play basketball tomorrow. This makes me happy. A lot of things make me happy. I’m going to burn a cd soon. I need to download the best of Marvin Gaye, the best of The Temptations, and some Jackson 5. Or just the best of Motown. Or some more Prince. And Barry White. Ok cool. Night.
you think you're happy?
shoot son, check my smile. you ain’t got nothing on my smile.
I want to read this book: The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner: Written by Himself. With a detail of curious traditionary facts and other evidence by the editor by James Hogg Hopefully I can do this soon.
to do tomorrow: wake up ihop class fix back clean room laundry chinese food movie marvin gaye* sleep *to be determined ok. cool.
And also. Say Anything’s second album. First disc. Track 9. 0:46 - 1:20. Also, 2:10 - 2:44. Yes, it’s good. And that’s another vice. I like Say Anything.
I had an idea of compiling a lists of things about me that people may consider vices my sheets are dirty. my room is dirty. I am working on this, and I have reason to believe that it will be clean soon. I (so I’ve been told) vomit loud. I’m sorry. This is not my fault. When I vomit, I normally do not take into account how loud it is, but are more caught up in the vomit. I listen...
“Are one of these your girlfriend that you want to get in for free?” “No, no. I’m not dating any of them.” It appears that there is this stretch of cement that I have grown to enjoy. It’s not far really, but when I walk it I’m normally very happy. It’s downhill, and in an alley. I walk it late at night, normally after walking up the path. I...
Beverly HIlls Cop? Not as funny as I remembered…
my happy dance. there. I just did it.
If you’ve lost your faith, dear then the research ends here What are you here to find that wasn’t created before time what could be another orgin other then original sin What do you see, T.H. Huxley about anything above me You know nothing Godly You know nothing at all If you’ve lost your faith, dear then the research ends here How can you explain dear my dying child of only ten...
Henry! Ward! Beecher! Henry Ward Beecher! What a prominent speaker! What a eloquent preacher! WIth such prominent features! No! What a horrible liar! What affairs have transpired! The congregation is hardly inspired! Spit more brimstone and fire! Cover up the truth about your actions! Thousands of worshippers flock to Brooklyn Mark Twain, Walt Whitman, honest Abraham Lincoln Swing your arms...
have been odd of late. one last afternoon consisted of me driving off a cliff and dying. the other last night consisted of me and a whore and a penis resembling a spring that has been stretched far past it’s limits. my subconscious has been failing me of late. my consciousness has been alright through. I threw out my back again. I’m an old man. do the poppa smurf. I haven’t...
hahahaha i love this
chalieeffinday: http://magnoliatreezythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-hate-zlam-dunk.html http://magnoliatreezyfilms.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-feature-length-documentary-of-zlam.html made my day :) 50 told me, go ‘head, switch your style up and if they hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up. EP coming soon.
Say Anything/ Say Anything
Something in two thousand nine. There was a man from Allentown Who fed his son to death. He calmly watched him goroge himself Until his final breath. And there he stood, surprised and shocked, Above his tiny frame. He said: “I bear no blam for this. I only share his name!” I’m excited.
You shot a man eight times rode across state lines I know you were a man of the law made with a quick temper a man made after the fall but God never shows favorites sorry about the train wreck shot a man straight in the heart did he bleed the same blood on your vest did it stain the floors of the train cart when the smoke cleared did you see the blood you drew did it bleed the same blood as...
and when it’s all said and done, all you’ll have is His spirit and a picture of me to learn from, and when it burns down, it burns to the ground all you’ll have is the spirit and a picture of me to learn from and when my neck is caught in the noose You still have His spirit all those dead ugly bodies and when it burns down, burns to the ground, all you’ll have is His spirit...
I can't stop
thinking about Cacophony Recorders. East Austin. Second week of March. I’m so excited http://www.myspace.com/cacophonyrecorders check it out.
my life sucks, but i don't give a fuck →
(via oceaneyes) hilarious.
Hey world, stay out of our pockets! Hey world stay out of my pockets! You cannot fit in these shoes! You cannot fit in these shoes! Just try and see if you can stop it! Just try and see if you can stop it! A brand new world with out you! A brand new world with out you! Fix the holes! Fix the holes! before we all slip on the slick wet floor and forget we all lose control! fall in these holes! get...
Dang it Austin! Really?! →