Without this atmosphere filled with oxygen I would probably die. Living things grow to fill the area they occupy someday someone will find our bones and reconstruct our lives We will become primitive we will become the past. Things aren’t built to last forever It’s only natural It’s only natural. It’s okay It’s always been this way
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If you lived in the greater Cleveland area in the 90's and you didn't have cable you probably remember watching the box. This song was a staple in their rotation. Anybody who knows anything about the Box knows you might here the same song ten times in a row. All songs were based on requests. i loved it. This song is by a group called Camp Lo It's called Luchini AKA this It. I am going to spend the rest of the evening listening to it. enjoy
Tom worked third shift at the Steak and Shake. He was 42 years old, had a wife, two kids, and a mustache. He had a huge arrowhead collection. His grandma had told him he was a quarter Indian, on account of the fact that his late grandpa had been one hundred percent Cherokee. This was not in fact true. His grandpa was a Tennessee Hillbilly like most everybody else in his neighborhood. They had all come up to Cleveland in the fifties and sixties, to work in the factories. Tom’s grandma gave him his first Arrowhead. She said it was passed down from his grandfather’s grandfather and so on and so forth. Tom’s grandma, Nanna Jane, had actually bought the arrowhead at Jaime’s flea market, a pretty nice flea market as far as flea markets go, for a quarter. As Tom got older, and both his knowledge about and collection of arrowheads grew, he realized that the first Arrowhead Nanna Jane had given him had been a fake. He didn’t have the heart to take it out of the showcases he had built to display his arrowhead collection.
I was having a hard time getting drunk today. I would order a drink and Tim would say, “ You sure you want another drink, and I would open my wallet and count my money and say yep pretty sure. Then he would pour three quarters of a drink. This had been going on for three hours now, but I didn’t care. I understood Tim was torn, he was dating my ma.. He probably knew I was eating dinner at my ma’s tonight and he didn’t want me showing up drunk.
My friend Nick a very smart guy had the following idea
We need to be investing money in Dojos right now. What better way to get the economy going then teaching people karate? My karate Dojo stimulus plan creates 1 million jobs for karate instructors, improves the health of 10 million Americans (cutting health care costs) and improves future soldier's fighting skills. Sounds like a win-win situation.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMbgZWkFQco Cick on this link to listen to The Death of Girl Number Two by Say Hi to Your Mom. The following story was inspired by this song and is part of series of stories all inspired by a mixtape somebody made for a friend of mine.
Anthony had always had trouble sleeping. He probably would sleep two hours a night at most. Which was good because he was in medical school and most everybody else was overwhelmed with work. But he had an extra six to eight hours a night so even with all his school work he still had an astronomical amount of hobbies. He said you had to have some hobbies to avoid going insane if you don’t sleep all that much... He would draw, put puzzles together, organize his baseball cards, knit, anything you can think of he had done a little bit of. He was pretty good at most everything he tried. Lately, he had gotten into the habit of drawing me while I slept. I would wake up with no covers on me. Anthony would pull them off so he could see me better. It was kind of cool to think that he spent the whole night watching over me. But the thing I didn’t like about it is after a while the drawings didn’t match me exactly. At first it was just little things like he would change the eye color, or make the breasts a little bigger or smaller. Then he started drawing me when I was nineteen, and then like thirty five, one time he drew me as a sixty five year old women, and I was okay with that because it was me. But after a while, I didn’t feel like he was drawing me anymore, he would pick things that he knew I was insecure about and either exaggerate them, or make them perfect.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1b8oy_the-go-team-ladyflash_music Cick on this link to listen to Lady Flash by The Go! Team. The following story was inspired by this song and is part of series of stories all inspired by a mixtape somebody made for a friend of mine.
Are we dead yet.
Not yet.
Are you sure? I feel too good to be alive.
Anthony smiled and said hurry up. This is the men’s room. I am not a man. That’s why he said that. We were in the men’s room and I am not a man. So technically I don’t belong here. I splashed water on my face and looked at Anthony. He wasn’t in a hurry. He wasn’t the hurrying type. He just liked to give me a hard time every once in a while. I wanted him to give me a kiss. He would if I asked him to. But I didn’t want to ask him too. I crinkled my nose at the mirror and we walked back out into the party.
His buddy Tom was standing in the middle of a small group of girls. He had on a pair of brown dress pants. The kind an old man would wear and a black hooded sweatshirt He had one of their cell phones in his hand and he was pretending like he didn’t know how to use it. They were smiling. He tried to put it in his mouth and they all tried to stop him. eight little hands trying to keep the phone out of his mouth. They weren’t trying that hard though. He was a good looking guy. They were happy to be holding on to him. He kept it up for like thirty seconds to long though and a couple of them got scared he wasn’t joking around. Finally, he let go and smiled like a dog with a dead bird in its mouth. He had scared the better looking girls away but the less attractive ones stayed. One let him take some other stuff out of her purse. Now he was holding a digital camera. He looked at it for a minute and then tried to put it in his mouth. She grabbed at the camera. He really fought hard against her until finally she pulled the camera away. She hurried away. He was left all alone. He smiled anyway.
Saints and angels surround me. When they smile and show their teeth I can see their wings. Shut your eyes, and close the windows During a kiss or a sneeze God Bless you Lord I believe It all starts with the best intentions and ends up in degrees This love is melting me right down to my knees
This girl came up to me and she asked me what that was on my lip. I said a cold sore. She said no, on your upper lip. I said oh that. that's my mustache. She said I like your mustache very much. I said i know. If you really want to win an ugly Christmas sweater contest rub poop on your sweater. It would be the equivalent of dropping a nuclear bomb. You would win but at what costs to society. When you tell a girl she looks like she makes home made bread. She isnt going to think you are telling her she looks like a wholesome girl who would bake some bread for her family. She thinks you are implying she has a yeast infection.
Every once in a blue moon I would do some coke. It made me feel really accessible. I wouldn’t do it all the time but every once in a while. I liked to do it Unfortunately, whenever I did it made me have to take a shit. and taking a shit when your all coked up is very frustrating because you don’t want to waist your high sitting on the toilet. So you try and rush and you wind up wiping your ass for like fifteen minutes. Cause you were too impatient to just take a normal shit |
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