step on a crack

mum's in the hospital.
she fell this morning on her walk
three times.
they think her back is broken.
she had blood in her fingernails.

To Match

Roses really smell like poo poo poo


The best part about last night is that there aren't any pictures.

Recycled Playlists

Time and space are units of measurement that help define our realities. These concepts have also been essential points in philosophy since its conception.
That is how it is.
i can not be
without
time and space

hahahahaha

Drinking for Two

this bird on my hand isn't letting me type because it loves having its neck rubbed and bites at me when i stop. animals are so inconsiderate.
sushi was acting like a big, dumb, drunk, fucking retard
dumbass.
ahhhh!
.semitmos.semitmos-yatsotuoytanwItub,yasotemstruhti

more will come

On Again

Things are good.
My job's going okay.
The Freedom Fest has ended.
The 4th will be over with soon.
Everything's going pretty swell.

I just watched Michael Moore's new movie. Every time I watch one of his movies, though, my asshole hurts because it makes me realize how much I'm being fucked.
But oh well.
Evan comes in tomorrow from New England to surprise some people, which should turn out to be interesting.
It'll all be good fun though.
I'm so tired.
The last week has been so chalk-full of events that the only way I can keep things on some sort of a timeline is by looking at my camera. I've slept for about 9 hours the entire last 5 days.
But it's a good kind of tired - an accomplished tired.


Battle found out he's going back to Iraq in January.