.yaw sihT

.eromyna meht fo esnes ekam t'nac uoy dna ...delbmarcs teg daeh ruoy ni sdrow eht lla dna sehsarc drahc ehT

".eye ruoy ni thgir raet a dna ecaf ruoy no elims a htiW"

.siht ekil erom hcum epyt t'nac I

.thgin dooG

Happy when it rains.

Step back, watch the sweet thing...

Wounded Lion - Carol Cloud 7"

Today I asked my Mom if I could change my name to "Penis Face." After she said no I asked her if I could call other people penis face. She again said no. When I asked why, she said it was because "it sounds bad and it's a bad name. Everything about it is bad." Now as bad of a name "Penis Face" would be, people would actually care less about what your name is if you had 'Carol Cloud' playing everywhere you went. I mean in time, people would probably get sick of it and start biting your knee meat off of your knees, but during those 86 years of musical pleasure you'll have a bit more to stick on your tombstone than other people. Something like, "This dude listened to 'Carol Cloud' too much and got his knee meat bitten off by rabid mutants from the 80's."

But seriously. When I first heard 'Carol Cloud' I was like, "Holy shit. This is the crunchiest stuff I've ever heard!!" And this is coming from a guy who's eaten three varieties of Captain Crunch. So just to make sure I wasn't hearing things (perhaps the neighbor was eating Captain Crunch) I let my brother listen to it... and sure enough it was damn crunchy to his ears too. Same this with the b-side... or the other side. This 'Pony People' song is like some toned down crunchiness. And there's organs of some sort. Throw some money toward S.S Records. They'll take care of you. My record arrived in custom packaging which was probably the side of an old box or something.

I wouldn't be writing about it if I didn't think you should listen to it. But If you're not into the crunch then I don't know what's wrong with you. I'll have to apologize to my Mom later... but you're a penis face.



Sorry Mom.

joooo

Nothing more casual than a girl's cardigan right?

Some light sleep deprivation. Tomorrow will be fun.

string cheese.

I don't remember string cheese being so stringy. So stringy.

sleep(ing)

It's the same way you let paper cut your skin...

and the dream syndicate takes me away.

I don't need a title

"Drugs take the day's place and leave no replacement... Who said it was fun getting high?" - Thee

poppy.

I really lost track of time today.
My lungs are absolutely filled with all sorts of horrible things.
I decided to plant the free seeds that I received. Red poppy better not be like that other poppy that people make drugs out of... and it really really better not be a typo that should actually read, 'poopy.'

Devon Williams - Carefree

I had this brilliant idea of comparing this album to the sun. Something like how your eyes and skin need protection from the sun, but your ears are just fine. So don't go rubbing the album all over your eyes and skin. I mean, it's probably not bad for you, but it's probably really not that beneficial. But you should probably give it a try... I'm just saying... So, after you're done with all the rubbing go ahead and stick the album in your preferred music player and let the soft rays of sunshine hit your eardrums. Have you ever heard somebody play the sun? This album pretty much has some guy that can play the sun. It's crazy. He must wear gloves while he plays. Anybody who is a fan of the sun will enjoy this album... and I'm talking about the good sun. The kind that shines and makes plants grow and "not anyone" loves. I'm listening to it at night at home and it's somehow putting warm beach sand in my pants.

Click this for some sort of direction toward the sun:
Devon Williams

look,

warmer.
warmer.
warmer.
warmer.
cold.
cold.
warmer.
warrrrmer.
wwwwwwarrrrrrrrmmmmmmmaeeeeeeeeeeeeeer
cold.

I don't know what I'm looking for.

twilight zone

How many times is this song going to get stuck in my head? Then you'll say, "Not enough times, dummy!" And depending on how violent you are you may:

a) Do nothing
b) Slap me
c) Drive to the supermarket and buy several loafs of bread as a gift to me. Then hide knives inside of 3 loafs of bread and when I crack that smile upon receiving my bread, you'll pull out all three knives and do some sort of knife juggling stab. You sadistic bastard.
d) Something worse than that
e) Make me watch an episode of Frasier

Now I wonder why music doesn't come with lyrics anymore. So hopefully I'm not mishearing things... but if I am, and they happen to be the wrong lyrics, I'll totally steal the hell out of the misheard lyrics and come up with my own stuff.



I've got deja vu
I swear that I love you
Meet me in the Twilight Zone
Feel me slip away

spider(s)!!!

heeehhh.... spiders. or spider. It's just one. It is one of the many things that can literally come back and bite me in the ass. The others include, but are not limited to: dogs, cats, people who spell their name "Grehgoughry" or "Steafanny," books whose pages turn into sharpened teeth, cars that suddenly grown eyes and mouths and complain about the gas they recieve, and, most importantly, dentures that are placed on chairs. You probably haven't had that happen to you. Nor have I. But seriously... it'll be worse than sitting on cacti. Or if you have some junk in the trunk, 'cactus.' So by the time I had found something to crush the spider with, it was gone.

Now I have to pee.

cafffffffffeine.

I'm doing my homework with a pen.

I'm that confident.

And I'm tired but I can't sleep.

Caffeine does awful things to me.

pb&j

I really feel like having a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But... after seeing this:



I don't exactly feel like eating one.

I think I want to hug it. If I do, I'll ruin my shirt though. If/When that happens, I'll bite that smile clean off. GRAH! Who's smiling now you happy bastard? Me. Because you're absolutely delicious.

OR ELSE!

Go out and vote tomorrow.

OR ELSE!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


OR!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!

I am in no position or shape.. or something to be making threats though. You can bake cookies tomorrow and not vote. I don't care. Some of you will stand in the shower until your skin gets really really pruney... I don't know where you're going with that... but I hope you have fun.


I almost vomited today.



ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

McCain.

Ok. I think I said this before, but doesn't Cindy McCain just look absolutely evil? If you've seen a movie with a female villain they always look like Cindy McCain. Or she looks like the villains. I don't even know anymore. It's just some really evil stuff to be seeing. You expect her to be shooting lasers out of evil glowing eyes or something and stealing people's souls to power a gateway to hell. I don't know why she looks like that..

haircut.

I'm pretty pleased with how I cut my hair this time. Of course this only lasts until somebody asks me, "Dude, what the hell is wrong with your hair?" Usually people don't ask me that though. Either out of politeness or they secretly like to laugh at me. I'm fine with either one choice. But really, every time I happen to cut it somewhat nice looking I can never quite do the same thing the next time. I don't know. This is probably why... yeah, I really don't know. Had I seen Barbershop or some other thing about hair and the cutting of it I'd have something clever to say. Maybe like, "Hair is the lion of the body, don't fuck with it." I'm tired.