QUICK EDIT #2!: y'know that awesome, pre-heated leftover macoroni taste that you only get when you let a pot of macoroni and cheese sit in the fridge with a lid over the top for three days, then re-heat a bowl of it in the microwave?!
i made macoroni about two hours ago. left it on the counter. pre-heated a bowl five minutes ago.. and it's got that leftover taste i LOVE!
GOSH i love days off.
QUICK EDIT: whenever i hear 'i fell in love with the flower girl' by cowsills, i can't help but see lauren holly's tits in my mind.
i am starting a sigur ros fan club. it will be called, "byaaaaaaaaaaaaaashhooo aaooooocoooooohh (sound of water droplet)".. !
is anyone here a fan of toothpaste for dinner? man-alive, them nerds is geniuses.
okay. so if jamaica grew and sold sugar for economy, economy could grow. but they need help supporting the poor until said economy is built. how much would it cost to subside them during this time?
fuck wolfowite. this can be done. world bank my ass. talk to chico mendes.
if everyone in america donated $1, several hundred million could be raised. what is one dollar? nothing. say everyone here donated $2. now add $2 from the europeans. what now? much more. imagine the difference that makes. how can this be implemented? it must all be gifted at once, or as allowance over some years. once this builds economy, the problem is not so much an issue.
so many oppose this aid. why? "what about me?" "it's my money--private and hard-earned." these people were not given this chance. we are buying the freedom of another oppressed people--people like our past selves. what better gift to man? such generosity is not soon forgotten. eventually, this small island could be the source of thousands of fresh dollars for the next project. baby steps, sara.
idealism is just that: ideal. fear not the dreamers; visionaries can save the fuckin world.
now that i'm feeling good and discerning, i will take the time to let you all know that, yes.. i am pretty stoned. but i wrote a poem! i haven't titled it yet. it's crap.
funny how things work out.
(not funny ha-ha; funny strange)
pull-the-trigger-with-your-toe funny.
time passes. (sometimes)
feelings change. (sometimes)
dreams die. (sometimes)
love is forever. (always)
rules, exceptions, friends, enemies.
trust. betrayal.
regret.
sometimes
(not always, but)
some of the time
the governor calls. (pardon)
maybe he knows. (kinship)
maybe he pities. (compassion)
maybe he forgives. (love)
but most of the time
he lets them die. (justice)
repentance?
acceptance?
sorrow?
contentment?
happy mediums don't visit the guilty. (absolutes)
truth is subjective.
subject yourself to truth.
sometimes
(not always, but)
some of the time
killers feel remorse. (reconcilliation)
maybe they try. (doubtful)
maybe they care. (not likely)
maybe they love. (don't. make. me. laugh.)
but most of the time
they deserve worse. (hatred burns)
apology?
accusation?
been here.
done all this.
12 seconds is a long time, ted. (sometimes)
freedom of choice.
choice of freedom.
sometimes
(not always, but)
some of the time
people make mistakes. (understatement)
like i said.
funny.
(tighten the straps, say a prayer, light 'em up)
shite, i know. but it's the first thing i've written in a very long time. i've been so fuckin uninspired. as of late, i've been letting my brains get away from me. letting emotion take the wheel. reason seems to be on vacation. fucker'd better get back before i fly off the handle again.
winamp is playing 'would?' on loop for some fuckin reason. it's played at least six times now, and i JUST realized i've been listening to the same overrated alice in chains song for the last half-hour. but look at this!
please excuse the extreme highs and lows of this post. my crimson flow (hehe) just ended. GO VAGINA, GO!
i made macoroni about two hours ago. left it on the counter. pre-heated a bowl five minutes ago.. and it's got that leftover taste i LOVE!
GOSH i love days off.
QUICK EDIT: whenever i hear 'i fell in love with the flower girl' by cowsills, i can't help but see lauren holly's tits in my mind.
i am starting a sigur ros fan club. it will be called, "byaaaaaaaaaaaaaashhooo aaooooocoooooohh (sound of water droplet)".. !
is anyone here a fan of toothpaste for dinner? man-alive, them nerds is geniuses.
okay. so if jamaica grew and sold sugar for economy, economy could grow. but they need help supporting the poor until said economy is built. how much would it cost to subside them during this time?
fuck wolfowite. this can be done. world bank my ass. talk to chico mendes.
if everyone in america donated $1, several hundred million could be raised. what is one dollar? nothing. say everyone here donated $2. now add $2 from the europeans. what now? much more. imagine the difference that makes. how can this be implemented? it must all be gifted at once, or as allowance over some years. once this builds economy, the problem is not so much an issue.
so many oppose this aid. why? "what about me?" "it's my money--private and hard-earned." these people were not given this chance. we are buying the freedom of another oppressed people--people like our past selves. what better gift to man? such generosity is not soon forgotten. eventually, this small island could be the source of thousands of fresh dollars for the next project. baby steps, sara.
idealism is just that: ideal. fear not the dreamers; visionaries can save the fuckin world.
now that i'm feeling good and discerning, i will take the time to let you all know that, yes.. i am pretty stoned. but i wrote a poem! i haven't titled it yet. it's crap.
funny how things work out.
(not funny ha-ha; funny strange)
pull-the-trigger-with-your-toe funny.
time passes. (sometimes)
feelings change. (sometimes)
dreams die. (sometimes)
love is forever. (always)
rules, exceptions, friends, enemies.
trust. betrayal.
regret.
sometimes
(not always, but)
some of the time
the governor calls. (pardon)
maybe he knows. (kinship)
maybe he pities. (compassion)
maybe he forgives. (love)
but most of the time
he lets them die. (justice)
repentance?
acceptance?
sorrow?
contentment?
happy mediums don't visit the guilty. (absolutes)
truth is subjective.
subject yourself to truth.
sometimes
(not always, but)
some of the time
killers feel remorse. (reconcilliation)
maybe they try. (doubtful)
maybe they care. (not likely)
maybe they love. (don't. make. me. laugh.)
but most of the time
they deserve worse. (hatred burns)
apology?
accusation?
been here.
done all this.
12 seconds is a long time, ted. (sometimes)
freedom of choice.
choice of freedom.
sometimes
(not always, but)
some of the time
people make mistakes. (understatement)
like i said.
funny.
(tighten the straps, say a prayer, light 'em up)
shite, i know. but it's the first thing i've written in a very long time. i've been so fuckin uninspired. as of late, i've been letting my brains get away from me. letting emotion take the wheel. reason seems to be on vacation. fucker'd better get back before i fly off the handle again.
winamp is playing 'would?' on loop for some fuckin reason. it's played at least six times now, and i JUST realized i've been listening to the same overrated alice in chains song for the last half-hour. but look at this!
please excuse the extreme highs and lows of this post. my crimson flow (hehe) just ended. GO VAGINA, GO!
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
poisonboy:
I'll be ready, too... for... you know... for grunge... I still got my flannel... and the hair... Eddie Vedder can eat shit, I am the Grunge Master 
zeroxnine:
it made my head hurt too 