"...standing on the gallows with my head in the noose
any minute now i'm expecting all hell to break loose
people are crazy, times are strange- i'm locked in tight, i'm outta range,
i used to care, but- things have changed."
*sinister chuckle*
i always feel better if i wake up in my own bed. and have coffee in the morning. and get to listen to my music. these things are prerequisites for the begining of a productive day.
i am feeling... heh. fucking great. but in a very malicious way. i'm shifting, again.
"...lotta water under the bridge, lotta other stuff, too.
don't get up, gentlemen, i'm only ... passin' through."
the odd thing: i feel clever. i'm just not sure it's me that doing the feeling. i suspose it doesn't matter; i'm in a fantastic mood. i feel like a million bucks. and i don't get that alot these days...
"i've been walkin' 40 miles of bad road-
if the bible is right, this world'll expolde-
i been trying to get as far away from myself ... as i can.
some things are too hot to touch-
the human mind can only stand so much;
you can't win ... with a losin' hand..."
factoid: i have punched individuals in the face for not recognizing aloud the supremecy of bob dylan. yes, alcohol was involved... well, on one occation.
"people are crazy and times are strange, i'm locked in tight, i'm outta range-
i sude to care, but- things have changed."
-Hyena.
any minute now i'm expecting all hell to break loose
people are crazy, times are strange- i'm locked in tight, i'm outta range,
i used to care, but- things have changed."
*sinister chuckle*
i always feel better if i wake up in my own bed. and have coffee in the morning. and get to listen to my music. these things are prerequisites for the begining of a productive day.
i am feeling... heh. fucking great. but in a very malicious way. i'm shifting, again.
"...lotta water under the bridge, lotta other stuff, too.
don't get up, gentlemen, i'm only ... passin' through."
the odd thing: i feel clever. i'm just not sure it's me that doing the feeling. i suspose it doesn't matter; i'm in a fantastic mood. i feel like a million bucks. and i don't get that alot these days...
"i've been walkin' 40 miles of bad road-
if the bible is right, this world'll expolde-
i been trying to get as far away from myself ... as i can.
some things are too hot to touch-
the human mind can only stand so much;
you can't win ... with a losin' hand..."
factoid: i have punched individuals in the face for not recognizing aloud the supremecy of bob dylan. yes, alcohol was involved... well, on one occation.
"people are crazy and times are strange, i'm locked in tight, i'm outta range-
i sude to care, but- things have changed."
-Hyena.
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Abe says, 'Man, you must be puttin' me on'
God say, 'No.' Abe say, 'What?'
God say, 'You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run'"
For some reason I'm really glad that you're feeling clever and great in a malicious way. Mind if I ride your evil mood coattails?
And I'd like to see a list of reasons why you've punched people in the face, not only because it'd be an entertaining read, but so I can know what to avoid doing or saying if at some point my face and your fists (with or without alcohol) wind up in the same geographic location.
So go kick some ass and borrow that damn digital camera already.
Once again, have to say I love your way with words.
Hope you feel just as good tomorrow.
Bob Dylan kicks ultimate ass in my book as well.