wildberry juice
poor berries
not so wild anymore
don't worry,
i'll rescue you from that juice box.

should be a perfume
for pretty girls
"Sun-rype Wildberry"
no sugar added.

fall is (still) glorious

I’ve never broken a bone.
I know this is something people say, but it is true.
One motorcycle accident, two car crashes, countless bails.
I’ve been thinking maybe it’s time I should, right?
I mean if not now, when?
Our hard drives will be thin air.
They will make nanobots look like elephants.
And elephants will be in there too. Tagged. Accessible with search terms
like grey, ivory,
and the largest land dwelling mammal

We will process away at nothing and understand everything.
We will think of a word and the information will slip in,
not through our ears or eyes
but straight thorough our skin. Information will breathe in and out of us; permeate.
Our knowing will be as deep as it is wide.
You see our work here is to learn so much,
to be so full of knowing,
that all there is left to do is unlearn.

check it after the jump

i swear

girls are cute
eyes like planets
and spit like honey!

bombing hills

The season seems to reversed slightly and halted. However in each passing day the chances of thrashin' pavement diminishes greatly. But to think of all the work days that have been wasted having good times is epic and glorious.

Winter is cool, to rag on it would be unoriginal and super cliche (can't find the accent key, fuck). You can have no electricity parties, and sit around fire places and candles, make hot chocolat and drink cheap wine and beer and have like real conversations or maybe make out, pardon?

Anyway, go make friends and draw with crayons.



(this was a silly one)

Pioneers, Oh Pioneers!

Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,

O you youths,
Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,

All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

dot dot dot

I woke up today and realized I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life. All I can do is go to university and pretend to enjoy it, smoke cigarettes and make as if artistic talent will take me somewhere.