how beautiful the dust of angelic lust
she weeps and sobs for i leave her now
moving on and away somehow
ice is my core, solid and thick
the warmth does not penetrate this brick
betrayer of souls, of love, of emotions
blinded by the madness of my hate
i see her weak, i see her broken
yet i do not…
Dear God. We paid for all this stuff ourselves, so thanks for nothing.” ~ Bart Simpson saying grace
Simpsons
My new headphone….
Baby elephant…
Thats my buddy Evaris….
yeah, iran needs one of those.
Haha, I was just about to post this after linking it to you and discussing it with my dad, but I see that you have already done so.
Oh, what horrors await…
(To those confused, this earthquake very likely was not natural.)
WTF??? are you kidding?
You see, I think drugs have done some good things for us. I really do. And if you don’t believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor. Go home tonight. Take all your albums, all your tapes and all your CDs and burn them. ‘Cause you know what, the musicians that made all that great music that’s enhanced your lives throughout the years were rrreal fucking high on drugs. The Beatles were so fucking high they let Ringo sing a few tunes.
Bill Hicks (via freakpowerticket) (via sabbracadabra)
