February 2012
73 posts
Strange Fact Of the Day...
The trial proceedings for one of the co-conspirators of the gunpowder treason is bound in his own face. Or pieces of it anyway….
“You can’t just pick up a sandwich this big. You have to study your...”
People who change for other people enrage me for a reason unbeknownst to myself.
“Would you have a wondrous sight,
The midday sun at midnight”
– Kelli Dayton
Every Day Lesson #6
If you suffer from schizophrenia or acute paranoia, vyvanse is a bad idea:
Vyvanse lists possible side effects as “new or worse behavior and thought problems, aggressive behavior or hostility, hearing voices, believing things that are not true and extreme suspicion.”
Unless you like to add a challenge to every day life.
You know you want you some Burning Man LEGOs.
adverve:
This unofficial collection has everything you need to bring your week-long desert debauchery to the sterile carpetscape of the homefront.
More photos here, all photos via.
This is definitely something that someone who has been to burning man would create…
Song of the Sandman
Hear me, oh sleeper
My whispers of night
Carried on dark dewdrops
Dispelled at first light
And with this evanescence
A slight, fading bite
Reassurance that your dream
Will not bleach in the bright
My Craft
My great grandfather was a blacksmith
My craft is with words
I forge them on paper
Stoke my fires with adjectives and verbs
I hammer my subject until it comes to a point
I cool it with a counterpoint, a josh, or a slight
Pinch of sarcasm, just to make it right
With all those who will be slain
By the steel of my ballpoint
And then I can go to bed happy
At the end of the night
“This is skin
you can wrap all of your arms and legs in
an address that you...”
– David Monks- Tokyo Police Club
I’m pickier than even I thought possible.
I Wear This Mask
I wear this mask
To fit right in
Though my patience is wearing thin
My facade is here
To lure you in
To take comfort in my benevolence
My altruism
My anchored carrack
They make for me a trusted mask
So when my prey
For harbor pray
They don’t suspect the dreadnought
And while you’d say
I spend the day
Thinking on ways to help
My machine-mind turns
In...
Should I tell you what I’m thinking?
A little suggestion, a little healing…
If my parents named me Charlie
I think I’d let you call me Chuck
So long as I got to call you Peppermint Patty.
A fair bit of prose, done on the spot. So a...
It’s three am and I’m awake again
walking home
my keys have stayed in my pocket
where they belong
and the red lights change to green
ever so slowly
As I contemplate this place I’m in
ever so changing
and It will change ever more until I reach
My coffee table, its where youre sitting
when I open the door to my rooms
it would seem that I’ve done something wrong...
Flooding my dashboard with anon comments about hair merits an unfollow I think.
“Love is the peaceful repose to my cries for war.”
Every Day Lesson #5
Drunken quantum physics make more sense than sober quantum physics.
Does It Make Me a Nerd.....
If I say drunken quantum physics make more sense than sober quantum physics???
Song O’ the Day
Considering the day today,...
“Don’t turn my hope into a weapon.”
– Stephen Jenkins
Next Song O' the Day...
Red Star- Third Eye Blind.
I’ll have to upload it in the morning, but in case you wanted to listen to it now, there you go. Google that shit.
Every Day Lesson #4
Always check to make sure the fountain drink nozzles are attached before you use them.
