Tonight I'll shave the mountain.
I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs.
I pull the road off of the rise.
Tear the memories from my eyes
and in the morning I'll be gone.
Bye!
I'll cut the hearts from pharoahs.
I pull the road off of the rise.
Tear the memories from my eyes
and in the morning I'll be gone.
Bye!
I've been thinking a lot lately about getting some work done along the top of my back and shoulders. I never really thought I'd brainstorm something that I'd want tattooed on me, I was getting kind of used to the "blank canvas" philosophy I had adopted.
As a fan of abstract portrayals of yin and yang, I am imaging a graphic -non-literal- representation of that with snakes (possibly taipans and habus, maybe just a bunch of mambas). But I'm not sure yet and I've given myself six months of preliminary time to mull it over. If I decide to go ahead with it, I'll have to find someone that can do realistic snakes. I'm sure I'll probably have to travel back North just to set my mind at ease.
As a fan of abstract portrayals of yin and yang, I am imaging a graphic -non-literal- representation of that with snakes (possibly taipans and habus, maybe just a bunch of mambas). But I'm not sure yet and I've given myself six months of preliminary time to mull it over. If I decide to go ahead with it, I'll have to find someone that can do realistic snakes. I'm sure I'll probably have to travel back North just to set my mind at ease.
The Emperor ran away a few days ago in the middle of the night. Jeff saw him while he was running, but he shot off just as soon as he showed up. Two days later, he ran back onto the facility, jumped on one of the guys for a minute and then shot off again. He just wasn't meant to be a domestic pet, I guess.
I've never been one to say anything positive about a New York sports teams, but I must say: well played, guys.
Eat a dick, Tom Brady. It might get the taste of turf out of your mouth.
Eat a dick, Tom Brady. It might get the taste of turf out of your mouth.
I just about killed myself with this Tom Yum Goong I made tonight.
(Sorry, the photo had to go bye-bye for a little bit. Tinfoil hats and such.)
I generally like spicy food at around a 7 or an 8, the Tom Yum Goong was at about a 14. This soup seriously kicked my ass. I was sitting in a 70*F apartment in front of a fan while watching people play football in the snow... and I was sweating, furiously. I think I need to dial it down a bit, perhaps next time I won't bruise the chili pepper.
If you're a fan of Thai food, I got the recipe and certain ingredients off of this site.
(Sorry, the photo had to go bye-bye for a little bit. Tinfoil hats and such.)
I generally like spicy food at around a 7 or an 8, the Tom Yum Goong was at about a 14. This soup seriously kicked my ass. I was sitting in a 70*F apartment in front of a fan while watching people play football in the snow... and I was sweating, furiously. I think I need to dial it down a bit, perhaps next time I won't bruise the chili pepper.
If you're a fan of Thai food, I got the recipe and certain ingredients off of this site.
"One more day like today and I'll kill you
A desire for flesh
And real blood
I'll watch you drown in the shower
Pushing my life through your open eyes
I must fight this sickness
Find a cure"
A desire for flesh
And real blood
I'll watch you drown in the shower
Pushing my life through your open eyes
I must fight this sickness
Find a cure"
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