Thursday, January 8, 2009

STRANGE DAYS..









UFO's Over New York



Kids these days.. all they wanna do is wear their t shirts funny and threaten to sodomize each other



Yaje's stroke of great advice




Wouldn't it be ideal to frame a photo of a hospital much, much cleaner and hence, incidentally more pleasant than the one you currently find yourself in?





I got her that book. And Yes, I am very proud of that fact.

SLASH YOUR FACE PLAYLISTS



MY NOSE HAS BEEN BLEEDING FOR THREE DAYS NOW CLICK HERE

NATE HOOPER GRACED THE INTERWEINIER WEB WITH ANOTHER PLAYLIST.NOW I HAVE MUSIC TO THINK ABOUT PACKING TO. IT'S BASICALLY TIME I PUT THAT FUCKING EAGLES RECORD AWAY FINALLY. HAVE A LISTEN, ONLY A CLICK AWAY. I GUARANTEE YOU IF YOU AREN'T ALREADY WEARING A TORN FLANNEL YOU WILL GROW ONE BY THE TIME YOU ARE DONE LISTENING.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009


Tuesday, January 6, 2009

R.I.P.



RON ASHETON



Monday, January 5, 2009

BE OPEN TO CHANGE. LOSS IS NOT WHAT IT APPEARS TO BE. NOTHING IS EVER AS IT SEEMS

PASSIVE AGGRESSION IS ANNOYING


So as I lay here sick, recovering, and able to utilize basic mobility, one of the things I decided to google was the word ,"loss." There's no real reason why I decided to, just maybe after feeling like a living corpse after a few days, you start to wonder how the internet might define it. I found some cool photos.







Sunday, January 4, 2009

SO SICK, DYING WOULD BE A BETTER OPTION


even when you think things might get better, somehow they manage to get worse. I was hit by the worst flu virus ever two days ago and have not been able to lift a pinky joint until today. An unreasonably fast heartrate, joint aches parallel to a woed geriatric, a deep brain fry where words come out slurred, slowed, and impaired. Trying to drink water but I've drank so much of it I actually resent it. All i know is that if I'm still sick by tomorrow, I'm throwing myself off a bridge. Fortunately, there's a bridge three blocks away. This time last year, I rang in 2008 with a major ligament injury that would go onto corrupt most of my year. Maybe I'm actually lucky that 2009 only begins with a deathly flu virus. At least there's always the temptations and the clapping studio audiences of the 1960's to make me feel a litttttttttttttle better.