I got an extra (possibly 2) tickets to the Maury show tomorrow, the topic is obese babies. If you want to go send me a message.
I've been feeling a bit more artistic than normal lately. I've taken up knitting (ladies, is this weird?) and I am working on my collection of paintings called They're All Zombies. Basically its famous actresses as zombies. My first is Audrey Hepburn. If you're interested check the pic attached. I still have another 4 hours to go on it.
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As for the knitting, im making a beautiful scarf. Pics to come soon.
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As for the knitting, im making a beautiful scarf. Pics to come soon.
So I came home from work yesterday and decided to pick up a friend and go back in to manhattan.
I'm drivin near CP and i see this BRIGHT ASS PINK/ORANGE bicycle chained to a pole... So i keep goin, i get down near Mott st. and i see another.
I decided to see if i could find more, i wound up seeing 3 of em, Anyone else see these things? Its the freakiest shit when you see them at night..
I'm drivin near CP and i see this BRIGHT ASS PINK/ORANGE bicycle chained to a pole... So i keep goin, i get down near Mott st. and i see another.
I decided to see if i could find more, i wound up seeing 3 of em, Anyone else see these things? Its the freakiest shit when you see them at night..
i think i'll go home and mull this over
before i cram it down my throat
at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
has broken up into bits in my moat.
lift the mattress off the floor
walk the cramps off
go meander in the cold
hail to your dark skin
hiding the fact you're dead again
undeneath the power lines seeking shade
far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
it's a luscious mix of words and tricks
that let us bet when you know we should fold
on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
and the whole mess of roads we're now on.
hold your glass up, hold it in
never betray the way you've always known it is.
one day i'll be wondering how
i got so old just wondering how
i never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
this is way beyond my remote concern
of being condescending
all these squawking birds won't quit.
building nothing, laying bricks.
before i cram it down my throat
at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass
has broken up into bits in my moat.
lift the mattress off the floor
walk the cramps off
go meander in the cold
hail to your dark skin
hiding the fact you're dead again
undeneath the power lines seeking shade
far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason
it's a luscious mix of words and tricks
that let us bet when you know we should fold
on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped
and the whole mess of roads we're now on.
hold your glass up, hold it in
never betray the way you've always known it is.
one day i'll be wondering how
i got so old just wondering how
i never got cold wearing nothing in the snow.
this is way beyond my remote concern
of being condescending
all these squawking birds won't quit.
building nothing, laying bricks.



