Seriously. You're better off drinking normal, "fattening" soda instead of that malign diet stuff. Look out for those little pink nutra-sweet cancer baggies too.
I mean, it doesn't matter if you get a little weight, right? I mean, science technology is keeping up.
I dreamt I was invincible. What does that mean? Also in that dream, I saw someone's hed get run over. Sorta looked like a basketball, bending the fender. I often dream I can see with my eyes closed. I want people all to line up, and get in the picture, but they just keep milling about in confusion. Oh well, everyone is laughing. Who is that sitting on the couch? having a foot-war with who? in which basement? I have defined bully psychology and tamed a lion. Stake-out. Douse the lights, hush. I've even hit it off with you, sweet stranger. Violence and anger is infectous.
Mailbox in Colorado Springs, CO. Taken the night after the Disturbed concert oh so long ago.
I'm listening to Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard's Eptesicus off the Batman Begins soundtrack. There's a melody not unlike the theme in this song who's origin I have yet to find.
2 comments:
hahah, i remember that mailbox
rock on.
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