http://www.manofest.com/
April 26, 2010
best not need that much palm oil JEEZus
http://www.radioaustralia.net.au/pacbeat/stories/201004/s2876213.htm
April 25, 2010
April 15, 2010
April 14, 2010
April 13, 2010
there's a bear inside your stomach.
There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking from within
He's loud, though without vocal chords
We'll put an end to him
We'll make all the right appointments
No one ever has to know
And then tomorrow I'll turn 21
We'll script another show
We'll play charades up in the Chelsea
Drink champagne although you shouldn't be
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep
None of our friends will come
They dodge our calls
And they have for quite a while now
It's not a shock
You don't seem to mind and I just can't see how
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking you for weeks
And if this isn't all a dream
Well then we'll cut him from beneath
Well we're not scared of making caves
Or finding food for him to eat
We're terrified of one another
And terrified of what that means
But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep my in the waiting room
And all the while I'll know we're fucked
And not getting unfucked soon
When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old, old, old at all
The cub's been kicking from within
He's loud, though without vocal chords
We'll put an end to him
We'll make all the right appointments
No one ever has to know
And then tomorrow I'll turn 21
We'll script another show
We'll play charades up in the Chelsea
Drink champagne although you shouldn't be
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep
None of our friends will come
They dodge our calls
And they have for quite a while now
It's not a shock
You don't seem to mind and I just can't see how
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking you for weeks
And if this isn't all a dream
Well then we'll cut him from beneath
Well we're not scared of making caves
Or finding food for him to eat
We're terrified of one another
And terrified of what that means
But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep my in the waiting room
And all the while I'll know we're fucked
And not getting unfucked soon
When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old, old, old at all
April 12, 2010
April 11, 2010
April 09, 2010
April 08, 2010
THE WALLFLOWER'S WORK
Now I'll paint ya a picture with my very own words
And as I do so, you'll simply observe
The world around me in which I see
Or maybe the world I'd like it to be..?
Either way, you will never know
This could even be fictional.
Outside are marching ants in red and white
In the clouds there are constant large planes in flight.
There are as many cars as people and their two feet
Rumble Bumbling on down the street
In the alleys are curious men with cans
And on the corners are bands with fans
The trees blooming buds at their tips
Unobserved, the season has already taken its dip
Dip and dive these days divide
People walk to their classes
No lookin in the others' eyes
The buildings stand still, they stand tall
The stores are always bustling at the local mall
As I window shop on my way to class
An old lady is fussing
She has been splish splashed
Her white blouse is tarnished! Now it is trashed.
The little boy on the corner
Licks his cone and admires his new kicks
The old man on the bus in the far back corner
Pulls out his crinkled and aged lottery tickets
Mumbling to himself like a saddened loner
To his right is a muddled stoner
The environmentalists,
With their high fashioned BUT eco friendly gear
look to the old man and stoner and sneer
Look above me and see a tree with droplets like a chandelier
I am the observer
Painting with my words
Can you see it all?
Or is this world plainly obscured
Schedules and meetings
And talking about the future
Right now, in the present, or sitting in a pew at church.
That is what we do best
Plan. plan. plan and plan
And look to the other man
see where he stands.
these people are too scheduled
I just want to take off and see the world
Jimminy Crickets and Jesus Jones
So many things to see and say
But I'm done with my art class 15 minute break
And that is Thursday so far today
word.
FAMOUS FLOWER OF MANHATTAN
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_apcjRbpPs
ifSIX6 was NINE9
If s6x was n9ne
you would still blow my mind...
Shine upon the shadows where the sun don't shine.
If s7ven was t10
I could maybe see you again
Glimpse at my watch and see that the bridge of three did the mend
If N9ne was twe12e
and tw2 was fiv5
if if if I still felt alive
If I could feeeel
but
Like a reoccurring dream
I wake up to this machine
Where, right now, it's temporarily on hold
When to pick up? ..Don't mind me,
Just leave your message after I beep
beep beep
Perhaps I've become un human?
I am run by a remote control...
I guess I just don't know
Still a lot on my mind to unfold.
and Here I am,
With my empty pocket in my hands
Just livin' to live with no certain plan.
I've decided I am
what you're not,
I am so stagnant in this rain I could rot
So I should stop pretending
and being such a robot.
beep. boop... bop bop.
mish amish amerrrikin
Hello Blog........., ha...haha
toooooooday I've fully started the Amish lifestyle that I am beginning to unwillingly live, and since I am a "techy" this is way too difficult.so I had to write a fuckin blog about it. which is against the rulezzZ..but uh I like writing blogs, to me its pretty ffffun, I get a nerdy kick out of writing. but anyways.
there is a whole list of technology i have lost or that has broke and now the highest tech thang I have is probably a blow dryer! not bad, not shabby.
Suuuure these are all material belongings suuure. SUUURE I sound like a materialistic whore mhmm sure do yah yahhh. I can't help it for real! But I do feel unplugged from a section of society now, and it is making me feel weak.
Just sayin' WHY IS THIS ALL HAPPENING to ME!?
I will go purchase some needles, thread and fabric and sew dresses now. Make sanwiches... carry wood and make meals over my fire pit outside of good old "zoe" because clearly my life cannot handle the high tech world. And I am partially OK with that, my family was considered amish through my entire high school career. I told my english teacher i was and I got extentions on my papers so its not so bad.. Minus the camera. and phone part.
The map shows where the Amish live, I'm not far away. In fact I'm right where that red dot in wisconsin is, so I think it might be meant to maybe be?
April 07, 2010
This is how I feel Today.
the last few days have been rainy, and I dig it. I think umbrellas are funny. Why have an umbrella? Its rain you freaks. Come on all you all wussies n' pussies.Get real and get wet, or just call Twista ;) (he can get cha wetter )
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