cowboy67
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2007 2 March :: 1.23pm
paula deen cheers me up, sometimes.
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cowboy67
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2007 28 February :: 10.13pm
far away
this ship has taken me far away
far away from the memories
of the people who care if i live or die
starlight
i will be chasing a starlight
until the end of my life
i don't know if it's worth it anymore
hold you in my arms
i just wanted to hold you in my arms
my life
you electrify my life
let's conspire to ignite
all the souls that would die just to feel alive
i'll never let you go
if you promise not to fade away
never fade away
our hopes and expectations
black holes and revelations
our hopes and expectations
black holes and revelations
hold you in my arms
i just wanted to hold you in my arms
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cowboy67
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2007 26 February :: 11.50pm
my life is a movie that i don't want to watch any more. i just want to hit "stop" already.
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cowboy67
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2007 23 February :: 2.24pm
mother, i'm tired
come surrender my son
time has ravaged on my soul
no plans to leave but still i go
falling with the leaves
falling out of sleep
to the last goodbyes
who cares why?
mother, i've tried
wasting my life
i haven't given up, i lie
to make you so proud in my eyes
falling out of sleep
crawling over me
to the last goodbyes
who cares why?
tuesday's come and gone
restless still i drive
try to leave it all behind
falling, falling out of sleep
falling, falling with the leaves
i got crawling, crawling over me
once upon a time in my life...
i went falling
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cowboy67
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2007 20 February :: 5.17pm
the past 5 months have found me repeatedly asking, "what the fuck?"
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2007 14 February :: 3.51pm
two funny stories.
1. highlight of the day - a fellow camp counselor IM's me with "i have a story to tell you" - this results in her telling me about unclogging a toilet that had the biggest turd she had ever seen in her life in it. you probably think its sick, but as a camp counselor, its hilarious.
2. one of the admissions reps gave me a packet of tea today because i was commenting the other day on how good it smelled when i walked into her office. so she gives it to me, and i put it in my pocket (its in a small package). i then walk towards the desk i work at and one of my friends goes "do you have a condom in your pocket?" and my immediate response was "why the hell would i need a condom??" to which he replies "true". haha, i love talking before i think sometimes.
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cowboy67
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2007 13 February :: 5.22pm
tori amos: blood roses
blood roses
blood roses
back on the street now
can't forget the things you never said
on days like these starts me thinking
chickens get a taste of your meat, girl
chickens get a taste of your meat, yes
you gave him your blood
and your warm little diamond
he likes killing you after you're dead
you think i'm a queer
i think you're a queer
said, i think you're a queer
i think you're a queer
i shaved every place where you been, boy
said, i shaved every place where you been, yes
god knows
i know
i've thrown away those graces
the belle of new orleans
tried to show me once
how to tango
wrapped around your feet
wrapped around like good little roses
blood roses
blood roses
back on the street now
now you've cut out the flute
from the throat of the loon
at least when you cry now
he can't even hear you
when chickens get a taste of your meat
come on, come on, come on, come on
when he sucks you deep
sometimes you're nothing but meat
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cowboy67
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2007 13 February :: 5.10pm
look, here's the deal:
we're all the same.... we all wish we had more excitement and variation in our lives but don't because we're slaves. we all want to run away and do something new and different. we all wonder what life "could" be like. blah blah blah. but routine is life. and life is routine. get used to it. it sucks. you're either deaf, blind, anorexic, depressed, bi-polar, infertile, alcoholic, overweight, disabled, schizophrenic, obsessive-compulsive, avoidant, dependent, narcissistic, a minority, poor, or someone you care about is, and it makes your life fucked up.
or if you're part of the the lucky 1% of the world, you're rich.
otherwise, you have to work every day for most of your life or you'll be assassinated for not believing in capitalism and/or starve to death. or you'll be blown up by the U.S. military.
people don't commit suicide for nothing.
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