Wicked, this way it does come.

An odd pairing by a couple of oddfellows,
Followed by the beginnings of strange, strange people.
Amused myself with a few Salvadorian Darlings and one duck named Howard,
But in reality all i really prefer is the company of some bluegrass Beautys.
More than ever, i still feel like this,
But when in Rome.... right?

A name like no other

I hated my name growing up.

Well maybe not "hated".

More like disliked (esp. when a certain Jedi movie came out in Grade 8)

Apparently though, this guy likes my name just as it is.

About time.

(peep his portfolio...he's quite good)

That's about right.

Subway ride. Hash browns and breakfast sandwiches. The new Yeah (x3) leaking through my headphones - I read this:

By this age our folks
had fought wars, had kids, built lives.
We're just hungover.
Monuments to our potential
we are paralyzed by all we could do.
Grow the fuck up, right?
It's simple to say.
But then...
Will we still get our cake coke??

(fuck I am restless)