Saturday, July 3, 2010
one hundred seventy one.
You're all gonna die. The only question is how you check out. Do you want it on your feet? Or on your fuckin' knees... begging? I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say *fuck* that thing! Let's fight it!
one hundred seventy.
I think it's a little weird how much I actually love the music in my favorite movies almost just as much as the movie itself.
one hundred sixty seven.
So the band so aptly named TOOL, has completely ripped off the Phantasm theme.
Now judge for yourself.
one hundred sixty five.
My digital camera decided that it was going to make long exposures.
Had a yard sale.
Brian's way of dealing with the heat and customers.
This is a the entire collection of National Geographic from 1953 to 1994.
one hundred sixty one.
The jukebox is in the corner. My mouth is the speaker.
It plays your favorite songs and you know where the coin slot is.
Isn't that what you expect? I can sing you to sleep.
And all you want from me is a broken heart.
It plays your favorite songs and you know where the coin slot is.
Isn't that what you expect? I can sing you to sleep.
And all you want from me is a broken heart.
one hundred sixty.
Sucks when you think something cool is coming around and you really expect it to happen and it never does. Life is such a shithead.
Friday, July 2, 2010
one hundred fifty eight.
Anyone want to go on a date? My treat; hook a dude up with some companionship haha
one hundred fifty four.
Just got the new Minus the Bear album OMNI and tickets to the show in Sayreville on July 7th...best part is I'm working that day and can skate to the show, stoking.
one hundred fifty two.
Some old photos.
Lived the good life in Miami a few times.
Got flooded in Boston a couple years back.
Threw knives into cans for fun once.
Punchin' hearts out! Rozbo was killing it photo wise.
Skegs made this for all of us before a trip to San Francisco and LA 2 years ago.
Denver ruled.
"Dude I can totally hit my head on the ceiling."
Thursday, July 1, 2010
one hundred forty eight.
Review is this simple: if you like the other 2, go see Toy Story 3. Adorable dude.
one hundred forty seven.
About to go see Toy Story 3. Kinda sucks that my days are spent going solo on a skateboard to the movie theater in hopes of someone coming down here to rescue me for at least a little while. Oh well, things could always suck a lot more. Review of the movie upon my return.
one hundred forty six.
Scientists discovered the skull of this ancient whale that would eat other whales. I love this type of shite.
one hundred forty five.
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist? filled with green death
(I touched her thigh & death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & save us
With the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free and 1000 Magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we are promised
Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight & velvet hour We of arabic pleasures's breed We of sundome & the night Give us a creed To believe A night of lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala
one hundred forty three.
My friend Bill is in Egypt right now. I saw these photos he sent to my friend Nick and was psyched on them. Have fun out there dude.
one hundred forty one.
An escalator can never break: it can only become stairs. You should never see an Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order sign, just Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience. |
one hundred forty.
Enjoy the awesomeness that WAS saves the day
The video for At Your Funeral is fucking brilliant.
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