ok so...i've decided to only eat additive and all that other stuff that dr. wiel says will kill you, when i'm in the presence of other. and if this doesn't work, i swear, i will buy a book written by the good dr. kellog, and try to emulate his lifestyle, even the extensive amout of daily colonics,
you know theres even one they call the mea west colonic..
it's like coffee and stuff, well, we will see what comes of this, yet another good idea gone horribly horribly wrong.
you know theres even one they call the mea west colonic..
it's like coffee and stuff, well, we will see what comes of this, yet another good idea gone horribly horribly wrong.
i cant eat corn flakes without thinking of Rroad to Wellsville, i'm curious as to how the fimmakers didnt get sued for libel or whatever.
either way, colonics both scare and interest me in a way i'm not man enough to discuss.
if your satuday night and my saturday night got together, it might be a cuase for suicide.
if not suicide then maybe euthanasia, maybe?
Yes, yes, yes-- gimme a list. To my credit, i've yet to taste a beer that is palatable, though i've only really tasted a few. So much to explore!
i was talking more about my morbid and sick obsession to seek out old loves...you know the drunken phone call at 3am and desperatly try to rekindle some sick idealized bullshit
oooh, yeah, i dunno anything about that. Most of my relationships have ended rather amicably, if not just completely dissolved. There's only been twice that i've felt rather completely devastated over a relationship gone wrong, and the first one i got over rather fast. Prolly because it basically lead into the second relationship that fucked me up. The second one pissed out over a long long time4 years, a little over three of which were Friendship Years, where the relationship was all but dead, but we still decided to talk and shit. Which killed me more than if it would have been a clean break.
Atleast then i wouldnt have to hear about which ever dude she was banging or whatever.
i'm still a lil fucked up with it, but whatever.
The poem/song is by Atmosphere, this really slick rap outfit from Minnesotait's basically a lyricist (Slug) and a turntableist/producer (Ant). If yr into kinda old schoolish stuff, you should check em out. They kinda remind me of 2Pac, kinda. A bit more emotional and less with the money and hos thingwhich i cant stand.
Yeah, when i read that line you wrote yesterday about the dude and the stars backdrop, immediately i thought of Lifter Puller by Atmosphere. Sick Pimpin, yo.
your pictures make you seem more like a deep dark serial killer, is that what you were goin for?, i think you look more like a cute whimsicle serial killer... uhhh.. well different than your pictures anyway.
yes, i carry a bit of whimsy in personwhich is inspired mostly by Willy Wonka. But i'm not comfortable infront of a camera. As much as i like to deny it, i am a bit of a control freak, and infront of the cam i have little control. As well, i digbig time digkinda dark, spooky photography and stuff. So, naturally, i'd have to do a kinda dark self portrait thing.
That, and i gotta look hard, yokeep my street cred. Either way, i'll try to portray myself more true to life, maybe. Something where i'm smiling and making fantastic gestures and funny faces.
I think i've destroyed all record of me having fun before the age of 19
too long winded and intrapersonal, huh?