no shame.

not just no cigarettes, there was no coffee.

rotten

Life has it's problems and I get my share.

ask.

Briefly, life is stressing me out as of late, gotta get comf. This whole mix up on the deskfront is a fuck. But, the good?...well, they'd be - movies, records, bike, beer, truth, and writing. fuck it. 'til whenever i feel it well. bi.

UPDATEEEEE. Pic # 2...
hahaha, fuck...what the shit...

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before.

alas, babylon.

You can't really tell, but this was a Vietnam era golden boy's prize full with side army coats and grunt life mottos, and it made me ecstatic, for some reason or other.

twenty pounds of headlines.

when we have eachother, we have everything.

The Day.

It has been some time since I've been completely engrossed in a book, I am glad the time has since ended.

friday night nothing.

stop the humming in my head.

The Idiot.

Those who have crossed with direct eyes, to death’s other kingdom remember us—if at all—not as lost violent souls, but only as the hollow men the stuffed men.


no control anymore.

monsoon.

something is wrong

i'm gonna bury my name in you

take it as it is.

that long black cloud is coming down.

He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved, you cannot depend on it to be your guide when it's you who must keep it satisfied.

checkmate.

Friday night, this was the only picture I took. These fucking jerk-offs are the fine elite you'll find in case you decide to mingle among the dirty daytona dogs. There's nothing to capture anymore, shit done changed - and now needs to be changed for the better.

page two.

page one.

a strange day in life.

fathers day.

the freebirds ate these mush-tops, non-tripadip. No need for the beef picture, obviously. The old man is loved.

doomed to parish

forever more.

REUNITED. Eating New York City. It feels good.