Feeling easy on the outside But not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain ‘Cause this is the night we ride
This ain’t the garden of Eden There ain’t no angels above And things ain’t what they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love
Lock all your doors from the outside The key will dangle by the inside You may begin to understand That this is the night we ride
This ain’t the garden of Eden There ain’t no angels above And things ain’t like they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love
Tonight night we ride…this ain’t the summer of love.
This ain’t the garden of Eden There ain’t no angels above And things ain’t what they used to be And this ain’t the summer of love This ain’t the summer, this ain’t, this ain’t This ain’t the summer of love
I don’t know.
Damn it, I can’t afford to lose any more friends. I’ll miss you, bro. I’ll miss you.
..I’m also very calm. This is why I laugh at my junk E-mail that advertises the seekrits to lowering blood pressure. *snerk* Any lower and I’ll be under ground. My pulse was actually kinda high that day; 67-69 BPM is my norm.
Sometimes people accidentally do things and get scared of how I’ll react. I’ve had my bead tray knocked over no less than five times and the guilty person would look horrified. I just say “No worries, it’s not a big deal.” and start picking them up. Thousands of tiny glass beads and needles, trapped in the deep carpet fibers, between kitchen floor tiles, in the grass, in the fish tank.. no trouble. Not worth getting angry about. I actually get a kick out of watching them squirm.
Oh, yeah. I used to literally live in the literal woods. Still held down a really good managerial job and kept myself sparkly clean. Could’ve gone home any time, but I wasn’t interested in following any st00pid rules.
..I had a metric fuckton of Beatles shirts, too.
I’m hangin’ out in Filthadelphia with my kitty bro tonight. Yes, I played in the fountain pool, like a scumbag.
Damn, Vandal, how you get that perfect troll tone?
..to be honest, I don’t even like this crap, but it makes for a good follow up picture after threatening to whip a friend.
I am actually wearing clothes here. Just thought I should mention that to take the pervy edge off of this pic. Sketti straps, yo.
..I just wanna robotswaffleslizardscampingfriendscreativityawexome forever.. (with all of you, yes.)
Goal: Learn about birds. There are a lot of neat looking birds flitting through the yard today and I can only identify about five nine of the species.
..and that’s a freakin’ woodchuck*. Hi, woodchuck. I’ll put some fruit out for her later.
*This is not one of my ‘chucks. The ones in my yard are really shy and I still haven’t managed to get a picture of any of them yet. They are neat little monsters, though.
To this day I couldn’t honestly tell you if I loved Outlaw Star or hated it, but I definitely always loved Hot Ice Hilda.
Here, enjoy a crudely rendered vulpine. You can color this if you want to. Link back to this post if you do. And now, I must return to being an adult and resume doing grown-up stuff. Buh.. am gonna sip this mug of ridiculously spicy tomato soup and crush on Stephen Fry.
I Refuse (to Believe)
Father you once told me You had a dream You would build a better world You gave us the machine
Betrayal, mistakes Have made you lose faith But you’ve come too far to turn around There’s too much at stake
You need to see the Light again So open the door When I come back we’ll start again The way it was before The way it was before…
Brother if we walk the program Then what system do you serve Is your song just lines of code Or something that you heard
And now you want to know What you’re supposed to be Stop pretending you don’t have a choice Only that can set you free
And now you want to burn the world Into the ground This rage is not your destiny It’s holding you down It’s holding you down…
I refuse to believe That I’m nothing more than a machine I refuse to believe That we can’t learn to see The truth was in a dream I will not kill No I will – believe.
Believe me when I say If this could end today I’d do it, I would For his crimes Should his life I take Does that mean no man or machine Can learn from his mistakes No man or machine Is more than their mistakes
I miss having long, awesome hair so I felt like sketching some long, awesome hair. It’s time for me to withdraw into my cocoon now. If anyone feels like playing with this sketch or coloring it, go nuts, just link back to my post here.