Thursday, March 19, 2009
souper
a lot of things have been ticking around here lately.
furnace, computer, clock, etc.
not ticking me off, but definitely ticking, non-stop.
a constant reminder that everything is slowly moving forward.
in an upward spiral, out from under.
-write something good here-
what would james do?
probably tell some guy to fuck off, then head to the dining hall, grab a tray of oatmeal with tons of sugar, and sit at a table all by himself, where leonard would eventually join him, and say "hey kid...hold on."
best to smile.
best to stay sleeping.
where has my head gone? -mg
as usual, everything is a big mess leading up to a big concert.
feels like im running myself into the ground.
but replace running with drinking.
to sell the product, one must first love the product.
the billiard ball deflector shield will not protect you from ric flair.
winter sucked ass.
stabbing myself with mexico helped alot.
i think its ending, saw some concrete today.
now we get to drive across rivers on the way to work.
and park in lakes.
so the people will know we were here.
talk to me after a shower and a haircut.
and a stomach full of stir-fry instead of mac-fry.
balance instead of blackout.
and newsweek instead of nothing.
its an ocean out there, sometimes the sail just rides the rail.
i hope everyone comes to the concert on saturday.
its the only time we will ever play the CN Centre.
so i promise awesomeness.
if i fail you, then i owe you a beer.
dont worry, mine are free.
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