Late Night Toast To The Graveyard

Just got off the phone with a friend in a Portland Bar.

Nothing gets me going more than talking to friends who are more intoxicated than me who are out in public miles away trying to buy herbs.

Cheers. Here's to giving people directions to buy herbs states away.

hahaha

we always hit the local college campus...never took more than 15 minutes before we got "lucky."

*growl*

I'm supposed to be waking up in three hours. Goddamn pets.

Cheers!

The internet is a fucked up thing. Anybody up right now, or even up at a later time, reading this...you realize how funny the whole world wide web is. It's becoming what you always dreamed of when you were in the 5th grade. But really, that just makes it that much more fucked up when you picture your granparents trying to relate.

And then they do relate.

Then you're just like, "what the fuck?" Here's this thing, of which you're a part of...and it's on a different level. It's not life or death, but it's still so many different angles that all cross at one point. It makes you different than other animals with all this infomation, and communication. And it's building on this core strength we all acquire and desire, called knowledge.

Then, the bartender tells you they're out of Heineken, they don't have any Rolling Rock, and you end your night drinking Miller Lite. Then one thing leads to another, you have a great fucking night, and you end up typing some strange rant/story/fable in the middle of the morning to people you've never met, who might or might not read it...and it doesn't cost you anything...nor do you care if someone reads it. Nor do you care if they hit a bowl and say, "What the fuck?"

You just click on some that shows you don't care, and you're havin' a good time. And you smile, and log off. Then after grabbing a glass of water, you brush your teeth and go to sleep.

Have a good night everyone.



On-top

'Pessimist, Terrorist targeting the next mark
Global chaos feeding on hysteria
Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back fair game
Drug abuse, self abuse searching for the next high
Sounds a lot like hell is spreading all the time
I'm waiting for the day the whole world fucking dies

I never said I wanted to be God's disciple
I'll never be the one to blindly follow
I'll never be the one to bear the cross-disciple

I reject this fuckin' race
I despise this fuckin' place.'

To the gravyard.



;)

well put

listening to Entombed covoer:

'o you sweet, little six six sixteen
I'm the saviour of your sisterhood
stretched thing, held in leash for daddy
clench the thong now honey clench it good
shadow blue, the shadow of the ox whip
whistling through the dark and kiss my poor child
slashed sister, kneel before your daddy
and squeeze now honey swallow my pride

'o you are my favourite nightmare
'o you are my favourite nightmare

nude thing, 'o the nude so naked
mummy's little girl a long way from home
all by herself, on a southern highway
now you're the princess of my leather dome

'o you are my favourite nightmare
'o you are my favourite nightmare

'o you sweet, little six six sixteen
I'm your daddy you're my flesh and blood
shadow black, the shadow of the razor
all over my room just flesh and blood.'

Damn. So do all graveyards in the UK come with benefits like that?

I give you a 3 for trying.

ask the community how it feels about scabs.

any questions?

http://www.entombed.com

kick ass site.....looking for their tracks now to blast in the office and wake the dead

Beer...