July 2010
52 posts
The Poetry of Frat Boys
There once was a whippoorwill
Sitting on my window sill.
I lured him in with crumbs of bread
And hammered in his fucking head.
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wordpainting:
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(via onhershelf)
Nice!
Time for a Pilgrimage
Update
The dumbest bitch I know is now a furry. I don’t know if I should be amused or ashamed that I even know a furry.
"Jason and the Argonauts" is on Netflix
My life is fucking complete.
“You have a lot of water here. If we become more powerful than you we will come...”
– Cake at the Green River Music Festival
“im loving some old outkast right now
omg
makes me wanna smoke all day
why am...”
– Sara G.
(There’s some pure poetry right there)
I Don't Know Perfume, Clearly
kenna: what would you do if i wore Ludacris Tag body spray?
me: laugh at you for eternity.
kenna: I hate you. I want it.
me: why?
kenna: BECAUSE IT'S LUDACRIS BODY SPRAY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY WOULD YOU NOT WEAR IT?
me: depends on how it smells
kenna: LIKE RAP AND WOMEN
WatchI just want to learn cello now.
...and then I walked into a sex store
But seriously, I got harassed by mennonites and they gave me a free album of religious music right outside Oh My… which is a sensuality shop in Northampton and also location of the nude photography opening I was attending. I wish I had turned around to see their reaction after trying to show me the light.
Another Realization
After going through some of my previous posts on here I realized this blog does a pretty good summation of my personality: A serious, hopeless romantic with a rather sickening sense of humor. Dear God, even my personality is a paradox.
Drawers (Song in Progress)
Verse I
The bedside drawers
Spill the past onto the floor.
Old photographs make a film that burns my eyes
And old letters fill my ears with a lover’s distant sighs.
Chorus
The memories come and go
Echoing through the halls of my head
Where I’m haunted by all the true things I never said
Verse II
And the cracks I made in the sidewalks
Where I used to run
Are filling...
“What is originality? Undetected plagiarism.”
– William Ralph Inge (1860-1954) (via austinkleon, newspaperblackout)
The Don'ts of Donating Blood
I have donated blood twice now. Each donation has marked some dramatic and somewhat avoidable instances of pain and alarm due to my moments of idiocy which occur too often . Maybe I’ve finally learned my lesson.
DON’T Donate While Emotionally Distressed
This passed January I donated blood to the American Red Cross for the first time. At the time I was troubled with what I felt at...
