Am I supposed to like you

looks like rain shane

off to play in the puddles

see you soon

btw thats zeke

a nice day for airstrikes

the world is like a big joke that sometimes i get and is somedays way over my head...


today i don't get it and i don't want to go anywhere near it... i love the basement ahhhhhh

and sometimes its just the four of us

we are right there

Vid spilum endalaust

Today is going to be a shoot stock photos day. I haven't done that in awhile. I need to earn my fuckin keep. No weird dreams this morning, thank fucking god. Moss covered feet but thats not too bad, nothing like an all out brawl in your house with people shooting each other and shit. Weirdos.

Cold coffee is weird, not sure if i like it, but well i don't feel like making more or microwaving it. Im lazy yes i know. No so much lazy as i just don't feel like doing it. Sunday is like lazy lounge day, but not really, its also stockphoto day plus laundry day plus change the sheets day plus clean the bathroom day plus go get groceries day. So i will sip my cold coffee while i make my damn food list.

Im trying to make worms with wings that show up on pictures, so any ideas on the wings let me know, they need to be somewhat small, going to see if i can find some other toy bugs to maybe rip the wings off of them. Anyway off - love ya - TMB or TYB...

Oh THe Snot

mine sinuses currently do not wof me

Blakes got a new face

wow its weird being here, kind of bored, but kind of enjoying doing nothing.... ahhhh... yes spring break 2008 Caruthersville is in full effect YO . TITS and BONG HITS

blue headlights

Sarah wrote epistles on the subject of despair
on the only night last year when there was no love in the air.
Listen friend she wrote, and I heard her pen cry before it broke.
Who are we and why, oh why can't we behave?
We are good people, aren't we? Do you know?

Jon-jon had surprising eyes and narrow black suede shows,
a war to fight in Paris and a sister with the blues.
Pusique ton papa est en voyage you've heard your mother making
love is not what we are Jon-jon, you and I
are rats at cupids table but we're fine.

In the darkest corner of a downstairs gathering
ladybirds and pirate cowboys, made up, conversing.
Islands sinking from musicians, bedtime stories, York Magicians,
but you don't have to worry darling, frozen hearts leave
seetrough scarring, and no one else will know unless you tell.

Drink to ghosts of past years' catastrophic love affairs,
to robes of red and silver tales worn thin from too much care.
Comfort doesn't always come in glasses, but perhaps tonight
I won't be the only one with blue headlights.

Come on ladies, take your love to town.
Pick it up boys, take your love to town.
Everybody, take your love to town.


blue headlights - the shout out louds

i can hear you pee

woke up way earlier than usual today - hell i went to bed way earlier than usual last night, maybe because i gots lots to do this week, or maybe because i am tired of staying up until the sun comes up and then sleeping till noon. yeah fuck that. so weird this winter has actually made me happy - fucking weird yes i know - but i am enjoying it, even sleeping in a basement in the winter - i swear i am getting weirder or saner/normaler. friday drank too much and froze on my scooter - saturday ate too much sushi then froze on my scooter - sunday i just ate too much no scooter riding - today = cold lots of work to do - spontaneous over caffeinated dancing and other fun

getting things right

ouch (my brain)
didn't sleep much last night (this morning)
dog woke me up
brain woke me up
now im going to sit here with cold coffee and cold feet and look at the internet world
waiting on my toys to charge (phone, psp, ipod) then i be leavin
kind of hoping it warms up a bit 39 on a scooter kind of sucks
tomorrow supposed to be 55 that be like damn summer sweet
this post makes about as much sense as daytime tv, they should really just cut it off