Today and Tomorrow
-Work 2-8 (leaving now) Pack my room when I return (Which will take ALL night) Saturday at 8am move in to the new apartment! (Too early) And from there life will heighten a notch or two (Let us hope) I need it. —Also, I may not have internet for a week.
OH, Yeah. I gotta Pack.
No jokes and japes~ I’m moving in two days!!
Mr. Ambulance Driver, I’m not a real survivor, Because I’m wishing...– The Flaming Lips
The Flaming Lips
“The Flaming Lips… announced their next three songs would be released on a USB drive buried inside a seven and a half pound gummy-bear skull with a brain that tastes of marijuana.” OK…lol But here’s one better. The Flaming Lips did a cover of Bohemian Rhapsody, and it does the song justice! The music video is very. odd, though. ...
likethethingbatmandrivesnow asked: I put one o' the windows down and it just won't come back up. No biggie....unless it rains! =P
MI(In Between the)ND...... nobody likes to read...
-Tonight, I sat along a pine bench in a park of no lights, but one. I asked myself what I would write if put on the spot to describe it, a usual practice I do when I am out. -Although black itself, It proudly stood out of the darkness… The light cast a conic gloomy, ring, spotting the grass, and a white stripe, the sidewalk, that cut through. Near the base of the lamppost, the...
"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving...
-Charles Lutwidge Dodgson Alice Through The Looking Glass
Waiting to Hit
I’m a plane. And to the ground, I dive head-on. My tail spirals in thin air like a pinwheel, Wings snapping like candy canes, but nothing is sweet here. All engines relentlessly push ,struggle, pray to go up give reign to everything coming down; My body, swallowed by the cloaking smoke. To everyone else, I must look beautiful. - The closer I approach, the dizzier I feel, ...
Writing Versus Typing
Writing is meant to be written. You are typing if you work on a computer. Don’t forget that. When you go to the beach and bust out that moleskin or whatever you use, you are preparing to write. Taking out that iphone, you are texting. That laptop, typing. If you have found some other way to write, go you. But the thesis here is, stop typing and start writing again. When I type poetry on my...
It is raining lemon juice, and everything burns. The cities are melting or rusting, or it does not fuckin’ matter. I hold my gin like The Statue of Liberty bears her torch. Clouds of acid shower, give me your splash, if I cannot find the truth, Then I might as well forget it. - Jasper 9uince