gypsy melodies.

there are two types of people in this world. those who love neil diamond and those who don't.






"but better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions. "
d.h. lawrence

with all the horror that is going on in the world, what difference does it make.

slobs of the kitchen sea.

weekend again.

the quest for excitement is inevitable. i moan and drone for eight hours a day five days a week, rarely making out of idle let alone first gear. ah, the life cycles of the growing old and bored. i can only pray for the type of abandonment of morals and virtues capable of making my mother proud.

*note to self - take more photographs.

time to drink some money down the drain.

i miss some people people sometimes.

truck is fixed eleven hundred dollars later.

a sick feeling soul.

"always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. that will teach you to keep your mouth shut. "
EH

"matt you still look like hell."
TP

joyce was gibberish.

strokes of bad luck. truck is trash. broke down. something essential concerning something essential has essentially shit the bed. had to get a real redneck whitetrash tow complete with some rope and no power steering or breaks to a mechanic. i felt like jethru minus tull...
more bad car trouble, more money. $$$.

i played hockey for the first time in close to 365 days. worst mistake i have ever made. would have rather taken 99 shots of whiskey chased with sand and shot myself in the face with a gun. needless to say i am out of shape or old just an old man.

i want to join a cult. i am rambling. judge me.

listening to these gems lately:
band of horses
the snake the cross the crown
beirut
bayside
and that fucking song on stevie's myspace

friday. alright. alright.

the new beats.

i cut my finger and the bleeding will not cease. anemic? neurotic? wah.

ships at a distance hold every man's wish on board.

this was thirsty thurday - 06/07/2007.

in the family.

radar o'reilly.

a talking gecko.

greasy hair.

haha.

birds.

sdrawkcab llaw eht hctaw.

here down on dark earth.

put together like the pieces of a puzzle. taken apart. kicked. ripped. dropped. and scattered on the floor. put together again only to come to the stark realization that the pieces never have nor ever will fit. point A to point B has become a stagnant path of much of the same mixed with the lack of plenty.

i say, "the light at the end of the tunnel does exist. naysayers beware and begone."

the weekend lifestyle is not all it was once cracked up to be. the proud and the brave are still hanging in there tough as nails. the weather of time erodes even the stoutest of structures.

looking to get things rolling on multiple fronts. like a voice that will be heard. market and mass produce.

thursday holds the hope of a one dollar draft. and the weekend rolls.

i know the pull all too well. i would like to know you.

has anybody seen gary meadows?

dark and blue.

every sin was deadly.

i entered last night with the intention of extensive photo-documentation. i even brought my camera along for the ride. however, i left it in the car all night out of the fear it would melt in the rain. so, unfortunately this is all i got. i feel i got a bit of the excitement i was desperate for. friday was fun.

free pizza and beer in deland.
the reverend.
downtown.

you must be crazy.