February 2010
10 posts
Me and this old piece of wood have seen better days Days where- We were young and we were one and I had sung from heart they tore out
Her strings whisper the thoughts I could never and to that bench my dreams stay there tethered Song and song again we go through Song and song again together we prove That we’re here to stay, it’s not time to leave Like a tree to ground, my root...
January 2010
9 posts
I drag myself through the dirt just to feel a little closer to the ground
To Play the Martyr
I’d like to think of myself as a sacrifice A soul to find peace in social suicide Stoned, alone, and out of control The martyr dies with honor
He just wanders around, unaffected by the winter winds Yeah, and he’ll pretend that he’s somewhere else So far and clear, about two thousand miles… from here
You don’t mean a fucking thing to me, so find your way out of my life you monster.
Mole Story
There once was a Amishmole. He practiced Amish beliefs. Everyday of his boring, repetetive life he would churn butter, go out and work on his fields, and care for his farm animals. On his farm, he would grow berries for his small Amish community. If he continued to produce berries for the rest of his life, he will harvest 6.022 x 10^23 berries for his community over his lifetime. But, this mole...
At Least I'm Known For Something
Best known for failure Best known for giving up
How to get high.
“The magenta crayon Can be melted in a spoon and shot intravenously to produce a mellow, low-grade opiate effect. I felt warm and had a pretty sweet body-buzz for about 45 minutes. Each color in the 64-crayon box was tried in this manner, and let me warn you, DO NOT USE PERIWINKLE. Talk about a bad trip; it felt like I was trapped in a giant block of ice inside a Tilt-a-Whirl that had been...
“Out of the crooked timber of humanity, nothing entirely straight can be built.”