i don't want to work anymore.
i liked it better before when i was true to my lazy self.
i liked it better before when i was true to my lazy self.
i miss the jet stream
nextone:
me to this cold air is just not like yesterday.
draicdeadboy27:
yeah the weather here sucks, its only shitty when i work outside, tomorrow i will be working outside prepare yourself for crappy skies, the weather changes accordingly to my lifestyle, im the mutha fuckin' weatherman. 
it is so sexy outside!
its warm and windy and cloudy.
and theres a bit of mist here and there.
or maybe that was just someone spitting on me...
its warm and windy and cloudy.
and theres a bit of mist here and there.
or maybe that was just someone spitting on me...
it's a fucking beautiful day.
i wish i wasn't at work.
but i'll be out soon!
happy, happy.
bush sucks.
i wish i wasn't at work.
but i'll be out soon!
happy, happy.
bush sucks.
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daweenis:
there's more where that came from....we're about to bust out of winter here in the eternal windy icicle we call chicago 
. I'll take rainy and warm if it means winter is over !!
Although, you know, that means construction season is beginning...mayor dailey loves his construction ... Glad you're happy and, yeah baby...BUSH SUCKS !!!
- Daw
[Edited on Mar 25, 2004 9:09AM]
. I'll take rainy and warm if it means winter is over !!
Although, you know, that means construction season is beginning...mayor dailey loves his construction
... Glad you're happy and, yeah baby...BUSH SUCKS !!!
- Daw
[Edited on Mar 25, 2004 9:09AM]
herxredxdeath:
thanks ronbruno, i need to put better pics up.
ya, daw...anything but winter!
this weekend should be nice and warm.
construction sucks
almost as much as kerry
who sucks almost as much as bush
[Edited on Mar 25, 2004 9:23AM]
ya, daw...anything but winter!
this weekend should be nice and warm.
construction sucks
almost as much as kerry
who sucks almost as much as bush
[Edited on Mar 25, 2004 9:23AM]
happy tuesday.
digitusboy:
happy friday!
desperate for
the softness of
the night
without a fiery glow
no mad dash
on broken tar
but dancing on
pure white snow
hard rain
rinse free
blood
from the sidewalk weeds
shine away
the shadows
from beneath
the skeletal trees
the softness of
the night
without a fiery glow
no mad dash
on broken tar
but dancing on
pure white snow
hard rain
rinse free
blood
from the sidewalk weeds
shine away
the shadows
from beneath
the skeletal trees
dietotzeit:
Good stuff . . . In spite of the note of desperation at the beginning, one doesn't come away with a sense of desperation. Rather, there is something of a movement toward purity, or perhaps simplicity, the slow grace of a calm, lasting beauty. Can we say sublime in this day and age?
herxredxdeath:
yes, sublime, thats what i'm looking for.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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digitusboy:
way?
psych_rock:
i agree.
i love john wayne.
digitusboy:
i love john coltrane
digitusboy:
there was no pics for stonerjockoutcastclosetgothdruggy
haha...so i jus got outkast!
haha...so i jus got outkast!
herxredxdeath:
ya i think that might have been a more fitting pick for me as well, minus the jock part, add a little punk.
hippieoutcastgothdruggypunkwholoves80ssynthpopandacid
hippieoutcastgothdruggypunkwholoves80ssynthpopandacid
there is an alien
in the reflection
of their minds
through the eyes
they try to hide
from my wandering gaze
the madness they inagine
dripping down my veins
escapes and gathers
in blue-black puddles
at my feet
it grows up & over me
like a beaten second skin
to satisfy the idea
of who they think i am
in the reflection
of their minds
through the eyes
they try to hide
from my wandering gaze
the madness they inagine
dripping down my veins
escapes and gathers
in blue-black puddles
at my feet
it grows up & over me
like a beaten second skin
to satisfy the idea
of who they think i am