Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
"Just stare it in the eyes with all the might you can muster in your balls. The big bad wolf becomes a puny cockroach, and you can drop your enormous nads of conquest on that motherfucker, crush it, then feel like a badass because holy shit, you just killed something by dropping your balls on it. Congratulations."
-http://negativespace.co.nr/
Sunday, December 04th 2011. It might just save you
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
But not the light I see in your eyes
What you'll see is far from the me that you wanted to see
Thanks for sharing Patrick Durkee, you da bomb.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Something about today..
November 23, 2011- 11:57 pm
Male: So where are you guys headed to now?
Me: I don't know..I guess wherever the wind takes us.
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Today they're dancing. All sorts of commotion and emotion, yet I feel quite at peace. The dog soldiers say, "Today is a good day to die." And a good day to die, it is.
So may these winds stir up the settled sands of ambition within me; may they sweep away the debris of ignorance; may they blow hope right back into the deepest crevices of my heart, as to engulf the parasites of pessimism. She will rest in peace. And I...I will have a chance to live.
Because it is quite insulting and equally pathetic to be able to comfortably look into the eyes of this girl, knowing that she is staring back behind assembly-line eyes. Ghost.
Male: So where are you guys headed to now?
Me: I don't know..I guess wherever the wind takes us.
--
Today they're dancing. All sorts of commotion and emotion, yet I feel quite at peace. The dog soldiers say, "Today is a good day to die." And a good day to die, it is.
So may these winds stir up the settled sands of ambition within me; may they sweep away the debris of ignorance; may they blow hope right back into the deepest crevices of my heart, as to engulf the parasites of pessimism. She will rest in peace. And I...I will have a chance to live.
Because it is quite insulting and equally pathetic to be able to comfortably look into the eyes of this girl, knowing that she is staring back behind assembly-line eyes. Ghost.
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