September 2010
August 2010
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She's Got You
Cat Power
I’ve got your memory
Or has it got me?
I really don’t know
But I know it won’t let me be
ok, so i don't really know how this works anywho =(
but i am an editor of a magazine- www.WriteFromWrong.com (check it out)
we have a print issue for our second issue in the works in the form of a pdf file. So i asked a buddy of mine about possibly creating a cover sheet for the second issue and he says he has the perfect idea, but he needed someone who was good with graffiti.\
i know that you are very talented which such things, hence you can be a huge help if you can do this for me.
alls you need to do is contact tyler fitzpatrick at fitzy441@gmail.com and tell him you are good with graffiti and ask him his idea for the cover, so we can get a move on with everything.
i hope this excites you and you are interested.
sounds good.
Hey, I need a huge favor. Message me on FB- ASAP!
i deleted it :(..but whats up?
yo ass better go visit me in san fran!!
i’ll get my ticket right now!!!!! :D
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that weird .gif image you posted with the alien dude with they crystals is actually from the movie Fantastic Planet (1973)
Here's the trailer :p
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SgCxCZNkQ9E
it’s a movie?! ima check it out right now
A Mad girls Love song
BY: Sylvia Plath
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
There Is A Light That Never Goes Out [The Smiths]
(500) Days Of Summer
I’ve unilaterally decided to make this my wedding song. Potentials will be screened and eliminated on the basis of this simple, trick question: “how badly does that smiths song suck??”
(i’ve also made the decision to run my life like a game show—please don’t h8)
THE QUIET WORLD
in an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
when the phone rings, i put it to my ear
without saying hello. in the restaurant
i point at chicken noodle soup.
i am adjusting well to the new way.
late at night, i call my long distance lover,
proudly say i only used fifty-nine today.
i saved the rest for you.
when she doesn’t respond,
i know she’s used up all her words,
so i slowly whisper i love you
thirty-two and a third times.
after that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
jeffrey mcdaniel
(via marisol)
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