Thursday, April 28, 2011

Journal of impossible things

Sparrow and Nightingale

Good to hear

Always late, always lost.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

No, I don't think so

1920

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

1.23

You choose the perfect words.

I recognize that puddle

It turns out I don’t really want to have sex. I guess I just got confused because you’re so great!
ASW

Hello again

I miss you.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Working

"Really, you love to laugh? That's so rare to find in someone."

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Slew

I don't know how to be happy.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

You think too loud

Moving media.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

You always know who’s been choked

We should get a cat, we won't have a cat next year. We could dress Sam up as a cat.

"I'll drink the blood, let's party."

"Why are you wet?"

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Sitting full of nerves

Hello ladies.

Friendly Napalm Attack

"And now my glasses are foggy from making out."

Rhemus

Romulus

Cole slaw, it’s like fake salad

Then we couldn’t stand being happy and we ripped ourselves in half again.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Everyone get sad

"I hope your kids have bad influences and develop bad personalities."

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

At a drug-drenched party

Can this be a bet?

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

I am fortunes fool

I did my duty for Queen and country.

26.2

This is the story of how I died.
Looking at this guy, looking over there, looking at your desktop, looking at the camera, looking at something, looking at girls.

Monday, April 11, 2011

"I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today; Wasn't waving hello to anybody. Except... maybe to a horse."

Oh, do be fierce.

"You were the best mistake I ever made. Or, anyways, you weren’t the worst. Your sister was the worst.”

As if I never thought anything

I’m a negative of a person.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Chapter II: Pure Air and Things That Spoil It

Who cares? We understand the universe.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

The sea didn't want me

Depends how long it takes.

Bleak

Meant to say.

Why don’t you get your kiss from Mr. Halfman


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

On my way to being a worse person

Don't lose those fucking words

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Chicks dig time lords

We were like strangers, who knew each other very well.

Six unhappy uncles

You're an inanimate fuckin' object!

The dead don’t tend to remember

Hiatus over.