JackWolfe "This place doesn't feel real. It feels like everyone is playing pretend." - The Walking Dead. Boy, don't I know it. I'll go man the bulwark
I’m private
Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain
Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain
Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain
Sometimes I'm no good with words. Right now, all I have to say is that I'm ready to take some names and make some enemies. I'm god damn Rocky Balboa tonight, and I'm not afraid. Turn the radio up and play it loud and proud for you.
Sometimes it's a comforting thing to know that every time I rip a jawbone from it's socket and smash some guy's skull in I'm making the world a better place. Heroes get people killed.
I don't know where I'm going, but I know how to get there, and there's no way in hell I'm buckling up. Like heroes, seat belts get people killed too.
Tear apart the bad, replace it with good.
The road is open to those who have dreams, and only fear can block the way.
I have no guard, only an overwhelming sense of fullness. Time to cut loose and let loose.
From the bottom of my heart,
Jack
P.S. Let's not take things too seriously.
Sometimes it's a comforting thing to know that every time I rip a jawbone from it's socket and smash some guy's skull in I'm making the world a better place. Heroes get people killed.
I don't know where I'm going, but I know how to get there, and there's no way in hell I'm buckling up. Like heroes, seat belts get people killed too.
Tear apart the bad, replace it with good.
The road is open to those who have dreams, and only fear can block the way.
I have no guard, only an overwhelming sense of fullness. Time to cut loose and let loose.
From the bottom of my heart,
Jack
P.S. Let's not take things too seriously.
I need to get better at fingerpicking so I can play this song.
Fire on the porch on a summer's night
All of my things are there inside
Black smoke rise up, burn on burn higher
I smell leaves and burning tires
Dogs in the meadows barking wild
Blackbird rise up, tell me what have you done
I'm not drunk and I'm not sad
There's nothing inside that I want back
Let me touch your lips, let me see where you're at
Do you wonder how I am tonight
Then don't lose time looking in my eyes
Not every tear means you're gonna cry
From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
There is nothing but dust
In the layers I'm peeling
From the bottom of my heart
Beats a rattling drum
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun
Under crushing skies of grays
Paralyzed with phantom pains
Before this room became just a place
Where I just sleep through endless days
Spinning webs and carving names
Where thoughts break up, exploding in space
But I once crossed a quarter mile
Through black pools of razor wire
And cut through the steel
with the edge of a file
While singing rhaphsodies in stride
Hellbent and dignified
Now my time has come
Who you fooling and why?
From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
There is eminent death
to the promise I'm keeping
From the bottom of my heart
Comes an army of one
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun
Pale-faces and hollowed eyes
Buried under ruptured skies
Not every smile
means I'm laughing inside
Two-face and compromised
I've enraptured you with lies
Everything means nothings
and tonight everything is mine
From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
I have buried so much
In the layers I'm peeling
From the bottom of my heart
A battle will come
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun
From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
Wrapped around tight
With no sign of leaving
From the bottom of my heart
A ballad is sung
Through a whisper she comes
Into the rays of the sun
Fire on the porch on a summer's night
All of my things are there inside
Black smoke rise up, burn on burn higher
I smell leaves and burning tires
Dogs in the meadows barking wild
Blackbird rise up, tell me what have you done
I'm not drunk and I'm not sad
There's nothing inside that I want back
Let me touch your lips, let me see where you're at
Do you wonder how I am tonight
Then don't lose time looking in my eyes
Not every tear means you're gonna cry
From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
There is nothing but dust
In the layers I'm peeling
From the bottom of my heart
Beats a rattling drum
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun
Under crushing skies of grays
Paralyzed with phantom pains
Before this room became just a place
Where I just sleep through endless days
Spinning webs and carving names
Where thoughts break up, exploding in space
But I once crossed a quarter mile
Through black pools of razor wire
And cut through the steel
with the edge of a file
While singing rhaphsodies in stride
Hellbent and dignified
Now my time has come
Who you fooling and why?
From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
There is eminent death
to the promise I'm keeping
From the bottom of my heart
Comes an army of one
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun
Pale-faces and hollowed eyes
Buried under ruptured skies
Not every smile
means I'm laughing inside
Two-face and compromised
I've enraptured you with lies
Everything means nothings
and tonight everything is mine
From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
I have buried so much
In the layers I'm peeling
From the bottom of my heart
A battle will come
Marching back up the steps
Into the rays of the sun
From the bottom of my heart
Comes a cold dark feeling
Wrapped around tight
With no sign of leaving
From the bottom of my heart
A ballad is sung
Through a whisper she comes
Into the rays of the sun
Dear chat,
Oh the clever
things I should say to you
They got stuck somewhere
Stuck between me and you
Oh I’m nervous
I don’t know what to do
Light a cigarette
I only smoke when I’m with you
What the hell do I do this for?
You’re just another chat
OK, you’re kind of sexy
But you’re not really special
But I won’t mind
If you take me home
Come on, take me home
I won’t mind
if you take off all your clothes
Come on, take them off
‘Cause I like you so much better when you’re naked
I like me so much better when you’re naked
I like you so much better when you’re naked
I like me so much better when you’re naked
Daaaaaaaaaaaayyy ... after daaaaaaaayy ....
It almost seems like you're avoiding me. I'm okay alone but you got somethin' I need ... well ...
Oh, and keep the dinosaurs away from your spaceships, or else this might happen:
...
what am I doing?
...
love notes are for sissies!
Let's try this again ... ahem ...
Dear chat,
I hate your stinking guts.
You make me vomit.
You are scum between my toes.
Love,
Jack
Oh the clever
things I should say to you
They got stuck somewhere
Stuck between me and you
Oh I’m nervous
I don’t know what to do
Light a cigarette
I only smoke when I’m with you
What the hell do I do this for?
You’re just another chat
OK, you’re kind of sexy
But you’re not really special
But I won’t mind
If you take me home
Come on, take me home
I won’t mind
if you take off all your clothes
Come on, take them off
‘Cause I like you so much better when you’re naked
I like me so much better when you’re naked
I like you so much better when you’re naked
I like me so much better when you’re naked
Daaaaaaaaaaaayyy ... after daaaaaaaayy ....
It almost seems like you're avoiding me. I'm okay alone but you got somethin' I need ... well ...
Oh, and keep the dinosaurs away from your spaceships, or else this might happen:
...
what am I doing?
...
love notes are for sissies!
Let's try this again ... ahem ...
Dear chat,
I hate your stinking guts.
You make me vomit.
You are scum between my toes.
Love,
Jack
Holy fuck, I missed Eugene, OR. The past three days have been crazy. Nonstop drinking, Citizen Fish and Starfucking Hipsters show, my buddy Ryan got hospitalized by some dude on PCP, I was kidnapped and taken to some kind of crazy astrotrailer by an old friend, we watched Harry Potter at the $1.50 theater, more drinking (pretty much always in public,) ... Eugene is a crazy crazy town. I smell like shit because I haven't taken the time to shower.
I'm at a layover in Sacramento right now, en route to San Francisco to see ava_jade. I slept on the whole ride down. It was nice, and thankfully I had two seats to myself on an almost empty bus. Score.
I am rather hungry, though. I haven't eaten in 3 days (no time for food, only craziness,) so I hope ava doesn't mind if I take her out to dinner.
I'm at a layover in Sacramento right now, en route to San Francisco to see ava_jade. I slept on the whole ride down. It was nice, and thankfully I had two seats to myself on an almost empty bus. Score.
I am rather hungry, though. I haven't eaten in 3 days (no time for food, only craziness,) so I hope ava doesn't mind if I take her out to dinner.
And you know lately I've been thinking about how I love Jesus. Because, you know, Jesus was a dirty homeless hippie peace activist. And he said, "Drop out to find God!" to anybody who would listen, while turning water into spacebags with lowlives and anarchists!
"Well ... you know ... I uh ... I worship her and all. She's like a goddess. If she died, I'd die. If she told me to cut off my left arm I probably would. If she told me to lick a cops asshole I probably would. So yeah, I guess I ... uh ... I guess I love her. It's weird man, I never thought I'd fall in love."
"Only posers fall in love, BOB!"
"Posers are people who look like punks, but they did it for fashion. They were fools and they'd go around saying thing's like "Anarchy in the UK." ... what the fucks that? What the fuck good is that gonna do for us in Utah, America? Huh? ... It's music ... I don't give a fuck ... one thing I do know is that we did it harder, we did it faster, and we did it with more love. You can't take that away from us."
"Only posers fall in love, BOB!"
"Posers are people who look like punks, but they did it for fashion. They were fools and they'd go around saying thing's like "Anarchy in the UK." ... what the fucks that? What the fuck good is that gonna do for us in Utah, America? Huh? ... It's music ... I don't give a fuck ... one thing I do know is that we did it harder, we did it faster, and we did it with more love. You can't take that away from us."
Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I WAS BURNING THAT FUCKER
AND STRINGING MY BLACK FLAG HIGH,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "KILL WHITEY!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.
'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.
P.S. ... I'm not even really sure what any of this means.
So it seems like everyone I know who is in a relationship LOVES to complain about that relationship. Like it's the worst thing in the world. And everyone I know who ISN'T in a relationship wants to be in one. Is this supposed to be as confusing as it sounds?
Alright, I have a VERY important question. I'm trying to get out to New England to see someone, and it seems like me and some people might be driving out there. However, my Oregon license is suspended. Now, I have family in California that is willing to provide proof of residence. Can I get a California drivers license if my Oregon license is suspended? Any help would be hot.
Hrm ... in my profile, under "Diet ID" ... why is carnivore not an option? They went so far as to differentiate between vegan and vegetarian ... isn't it only fair to also have an option for people who only eat meat? Someone needed to say it.
