comradjack

Done with all the fuckin' around
You were so true to yourself
You were true to no one else
Well I should put you in the ground

I've got the time, I got the hours,
I got the days, I got the weeks
I could say to myself
I've got the words but I can't speak.
Well I was done with all the circlin' round

I didn't die and I ain't complainin'
I ain't blamin' you
I didn't know that the words you said to me
meant more to me than they ever could to you
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin' I told the whole truth.
I didn't know that this game we were playin' even had a set of rules.

- Modest Mouse
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at this point i just want to crawl into my bed and submit to my hibernation instinct.
I'm just too damn tired.

sorry for the lack of updates. I've been very busy for the past few days. But odly enough I only have a few prints to show for it. I got two posters and one book design completed. Only one is for school, but I got them all printed for my portfolio. I really need to stop procrastinating. In fact, I haven't procrastinated this much since High School.

And i'm still procrastinating right now with this entry, just so I don't have to do my homework and my contract.



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I wish I could make things I dream up into reality. Right now I wish my homework would take the form of a vampire. And then suddenly out of the blue some brunette vixen jumps through my 2nd floor window and kills him. after she gives me a speech about bosc pears, she turns around to face my window, clicks her feet three times together and says "there's no hockey this year" and spontaneously combust.

kids, this what happens when you don't eat your vegetables. your brain warps into this little pile of racoon shit.