seven hundred thirty four.

 I would like to know the exact location where I can purchase a party pack of chicken nuggets.

seven hundred thirty three.

One of my best friends growing up Mike is getting married to his high school sweetheart, Annie. Now, normally the idea of people getting married kinda scares the shit out of me, but since I've known both of them for almost half my life, I can say that this is  actually a great thing and they are awesome together. I'm in the bridal party too, tits! Anyway, never mentioned it on here, but I'm super psyched on this and I am so happy for them. Save room on that couch buddy, you know spring break is coming sooner than later!

seven hundred thirty two.

He hides in his suit 

Like a snake in the grass 

his sales pitch fork tongue hissed 

The wolves wear their name tags, they're hunting in packs 

herding their prey up the aisles and back, they're smiling 

their teeth are showing 

And the doctors and lawyers like vultures descend 

swoop down to the scene of the car accident 

to pick the 

victims to pieces 

seven hundred thirty one.

No car and having to take a bus at 530AM to get to school is taking its toll on me.

seven hundred thirty.

seven hundred twenty nine.

seven hundred twenty eight.

seven hundred twenty seven.

seven hundred twenty six.

seven hundred twenty five.

seven hundred twenty four.

Awesome dudes in Arizona made a skate video based on Can't Hardly Wait...so sick.

Untitled from Matthew Price on Vimeo.

seven hundred twenty three.

My friend Bill Spice is one of, if not the most humble, coolest, most interesting person I've ever met. We've known each other for a long while now and it's cool to see him becoming such a rad individual. The things he's into these days are far beyond my comprehension, but I find it most excellent. This is a video he made...and below it is the link to his blog.

Invocation of the Sun from Bill Spice on Vimeo.


http://mysteriummagnum.tumblr.com

seven hundred twenty two.

seven hundred twenty one.

seven hundred twenty.

seven hundred nineteen.

Carrie and Mr. Mojo Risin

seven hundred eighteen.

seven hundred seventeen.

seven hundred sixteen.

seven hundred fifteen.

seven hundred fourteen.

Disco fry pizza, awhellyeaaa.

seven hundred thirteen.

seven hundred twelve.

seven hundred eleven.

I've got a message for you....and you're not going to like it. PRAY FOR DEATH.

seven hundred ten.

"Pop quiz hot shot!"

seven hundred nine.

THE REPLACEMENTS.

seven hundred eight.

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (war?) to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Young...take it, it's yours... 

seven hundred seven.

OUTLANDER!

seven hundred six.

Fuck student loans and holds on my registration.

seven hundred five.

seven hundred four.

seven hundred three.

seven hundred two.

seven hundred one.

seven hundred.

six hundred ninety nine.

six hundred ninety eight.

~ I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed.~