February 2010
31 posts
Vacation
I worked it away to the bones.
But I broke into Pat’s old house and smoke a bowl.
The memories came flooding back and I think I drowned to death in there.
caseywheaton:
A sexy candlelit taco dinner. City and Colour in the background. Not even attempting to seductively eat a chocolate covered strawberry. Being awkward when I receive flowers, and you still think I am cute. They were beautiful. I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Everything about you makes me smile. I’m so happy right now.
I walked into Barnes and Noble yesterday, or maybe...
Over this vacation,
I’m determined to break into Pat’s house.
Who’s with me?
Maybe we can speed up the process,
kill me in my thirties in the name of progress.
Put me in the dirt and then change the topic.
i want a brownie
hannahxhangover:
im going to visit casey at dunkin.
to get that brownie,
hopefully that person isn’t working
FUCKING DICK.
in a box
Special brownies?
me too…
Somebody,
I need a random ass topic to research to endless amounts.
Give me the first thing that comes to your mind. Anything, really.
We can sit and reminisce about the old school,
maybe share a cigarette cause we’re both cool.
formspring.me
hannahxhangover:
Is Sara libby really Wilma flintstone? Would that make Kyle Fred?
yes…sara lubby iz wilma flintstone. kyle is fred
Ask me anything
when we hang out behind Bellingham Grocery, because we never have anything to do, we open the doors and push the car (much like Fred) in order to conserve gas.
63:34
and thus marks the end of night two.
jenhowe:
why can’t i concentrate?
because you are too drunk.
Turning teens into fiends from the beats to the bear hugs.
I got the stuff that’s got them buyin up the ear plugs.
caseywheaton:
My calculator died today and I got battery acid on my thumb. It was rather itchy. I’m going to turn into the Toxic Avenger pretty soon.
i can only wish that that would happen to you.
then i’d have a super hero friend…
Today,
I was baffled by Hyperspace and the perspective of a third-dimensional person invading a two-dimensional world.
We are nothing but Flatlanders on a crumpled piece of paper, force is nothing but ridges in these crumples.
amazing how the four independent forces intertwine themselves on higher dimensions.
Oh how I love n-dimensions<3
Stand like a man made of concrete and sediment
like fuck your skin, nobody needs it.
January 2010
40 posts
I need
shelter and sleep so I can dream of a day when I return and I’m so bitter to you.
formspring.me
hannahxhangover:
Get a profile picture
i would. but i cant decided which one i want
From-under cheese butt slam poopy flavored nipple chips. Succulent roasted asspork. Maple glazed elephant foreskin. Exquisitely prepared ear butter with granola ala Gomez. All of this prepared by Kyle Pultz. NOW the hardest question EVER, WHO AM I?
HUDSON!
team metal blood sweat and tears
all day every day. you...
Fragments of my wristwatch keeping time away from you, is the only time worth telling so I can ask my youth.
It doesn’t matter who would save us.
Was it you or me who talked of being dangerous?
All I wanted was one shinning moment, one vote for the apocalypse, two tickets out to the sea.
It doesn’t matter who would save us.
Was it you or me who spoke of being dangerous?
All I...
“Addictions made me stronger, but you can’t be stoned all the time.”
Everyone
can feel the end coming in their bones. And so I look back on literature….
“We wanted to blast the world free of history…. picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You’ll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle...
The tale of two Mercenaries.
Chapter 1:
She walks into a gas station restroom. She pulls out a key attached to a string. She ties the string to her teeth, yeah. She swallows the key uncomfortably. And I’ve been following her for two weeks in Geneva, just to get the key. I hope she hasn’t spotted me. And I’ve been trailing her, via hitch from a trucker who was talky and greedy. (He cost me 80 Euros) We...
It reads,
“Im sorry that I write you, but you have been set up love.”
Last Night,
was the worst, biggest waste of time and money. We’re all broke for nothing, I don’t think I’ve been this pissed off in a while.
Here Hannah. This song is better than Alchemist....
Well,
It seems that the trophy scars epidemic is setting in.
Best of luck with that kids, that album will be nothin but torture.
Fight the war, forget about the rest.
aubreygauthier:
Awesome study first tomorrow…oh wait didn’t fill out that dumb form. gahhhh
i brought it in!
so i have no school till 8:20 tomorrow ;)
I guess I'm always living dreams
‘cause my rent’s always a month late.
Written when we were young and naive and nothing...
Finally.
ghijklmolly (7:01:22 PM): but i’m……TOO DUMB
So wait up
I’m not sleeping alone again tonight.
im so
xstaygolden:
fucking boredddddddddddddddddddd
me too.
every day.
my ipod is not leaving trophy scars
coreymayonaise:
until after the show friday. sooo fucking pumped.
fair enough dude.
Let them eat
cake.
for all I care.