Monday, August 15, 2011
I'm spiritual, not religious.
This guy is sad because his date just mentioned her heroes, in this order:
Lady Gaga ("For her style, not her political views")
Nancy Grace ("She just seems like a great mom")
Jesus ("ummmmmm")
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Super Fucking Sad Song Lyrics - Vol. 5: Two Gallants "Crow Jane"
Man, this song is like being inside Jesse James worst nightmare.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
So free for a moment
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
RUSH Kappa Sigma Wah-wah!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Case of the Everydays: "Bum Signs" : A Photo Essay
These days, in order to get any sort of help from random folk on the street, you have to have a degrading, witty, or ridiculous sign. I think that's pretty fucked. It's cool to have a sense of humor when living something so sad, but it sucks that only the people that can entertain our baby brains get any help.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Forlorn Fridays: I Cannot Find a Toilet" in the style of SLAM Poetry
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
I MAY SHIT MY PANTS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
SOCIETY HAS TAUGHT ME TO HOLD MY FUNCTIONS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THIS DOES NOT FEEL NATURAL!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
BEARS DO IT, WHY CAN'T I?
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THEY COULD BEST ME EASILY, WHY AM I ABOVE THEM?
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE TO WIPE THEIR ASS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
FUCK MY LIFE!
I MAY SHIT MY PANTS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
SOCIETY HAS TAUGHT ME TO HOLD MY FUNCTIONS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THIS DOES NOT FEEL NATURAL!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
BEARS DO IT, WHY CAN'T I?
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THEY COULD BEST ME EASILY, WHY AM I ABOVE THEM?
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE TO WIPE THEIR ASS!
I CANNOT FIND A TOILET!
FUCK MY LIFE!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I'm a celebrity...Get me outta here!
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Super Fucking Sad Song Lyrics - Vol. 3 : "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas
*Pretty Obvious, but DAMN, this song is fuckin' sad, man.
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Hey Kid! I'm a Computer!
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Super Fucking Sad Song Lyrics - Vol. 2 : "5 Years" by David Bowie
Pushing through the market square
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept when he told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons, and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people
And all the tall-short people
All the nobody people and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor
Drinking milkshakes, cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We got five years, stuck on my eyes
We got five years, what a surprise
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We got five years, that's all we've got
So many mothers sighing
News had just come over
We had five years left to cry in
News guy wept when he told us
Earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet
Then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys, electric irons, and TVs
My brain hurt like a warehouse
It had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
To store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people
And all the tall-short people
All the nobody people and all the somebody people
I never thought I'd need so many people
A girl my age went off her head
Hit some tiny children
If the black hadn't pulled her off
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm
Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
And a queer threw up at the sight of that
I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlor
Drinking milkshakes, cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine
Don't think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We got five years, stuck on my eyes
We got five years, what a surprise
We got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We got five years, that's all we've got
Friday, April 15, 2011
Forlorn Fridays: Sad Birds; A Photo Essay
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Case of the Everydays: A Existentialist Conversation Between two Frat Boys.
Chad: Bro, lemme ask you somethin' bro.
Joey: Sup bro?
Chad: You ever think about like, life, bro?
Joey: Whaddayu mean, like, where am I gonna work after school?
Chad: Nah bro, like, LIFE, like, why do I even exist, bro?
Joey: Nah bro, can't say I do. Can't say I do.
Chad: I mean bro, where does life come from, bro? Why does it happen, what's the point?
Joey: Uh, God? Yeah bro, like god, praise God, holy mother Mary of Grace. Yeah bro, like, big ups to God for sure.
Chad: I mean, yeah, of course God, dude. But like, why did God do this, are we an experiment?
Joey: I don't know, bro, my major is business.
Chad: Bro, like, I just don't see the meaning. I don't even know what the word meaning MEANS, I feel like when I think about it, my heads gonna explode because of the circular nature of my thought process, dude.
Joey: Uh, what, bro?
Chad: Like, how am I gonna be happy? How will I ever be satisfied with the banality and silliness of life?
Joey: Oh, shit, that's easy, bro. Bitches and beers with your boys!
Chad: Oh, word. Cool. Put on that DMX cd.
Joey: Sup bro?
Chad: You ever think about like, life, bro?
Joey: Whaddayu mean, like, where am I gonna work after school?
Chad: Nah bro, like, LIFE, like, why do I even exist, bro?
Joey: Nah bro, can't say I do. Can't say I do.
Chad: I mean bro, where does life come from, bro? Why does it happen, what's the point?
Joey: Uh, God? Yeah bro, like god, praise God, holy mother Mary of Grace. Yeah bro, like, big ups to God for sure.
Chad: I mean, yeah, of course God, dude. But like, why did God do this, are we an experiment?
Joey: I don't know, bro, my major is business.
Chad: Bro, like, I just don't see the meaning. I don't even know what the word meaning MEANS, I feel like when I think about it, my heads gonna explode because of the circular nature of my thought process, dude.
Joey: Uh, what, bro?
Chad: Like, how am I gonna be happy? How will I ever be satisfied with the banality and silliness of life?
Joey: Oh, shit, that's easy, bro. Bitches and beers with your boys!
Chad: Oh, word. Cool. Put on that DMX cd.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Come on down-er
Above the Blog
Monday, April 11, 2011
We Don't Need No Education
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Case of the Everydays: Angel dog, Dog angel.
I had a thought that maybe when I die, I will go to Heaven.
It was weird because I don't believe in Heaven or Hell or God.
This thought was centered around my dog being there.
She is really expressive, and has a lot of character, so I think
of her as human, almost.
So I thought maybe she is an angel, inside a dog's body,
keeping tabs on us, and when we die, she will be there,
as an angel, and it would be surreal.
I thought she might tell me her name isn't really Phoebe.
I also thought she would be pretty bitter because of all
the times I impatiently tugged on her leash because she took
so goddamn long to smell a stupid old dried turd.
It was weird because I don't believe in Heaven or Hell or God.
This thought was centered around my dog being there.
She is really expressive, and has a lot of character, so I think
of her as human, almost.
So I thought maybe she is an angel, inside a dog's body,
keeping tabs on us, and when we die, she will be there,
as an angel, and it would be surreal.
I thought she might tell me her name isn't really Phoebe.
I also thought she would be pretty bitter because of all
the times I impatiently tugged on her leash because she took
so goddamn long to smell a stupid old dried turd.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Super Fucking Sad Song Lyrics - Vol. 1 : "St. Augustine's Road" by Mt. Egypt
I don't want to try to get excited
about the motion of my life changing
and my mind flipping
home alone, again
at three in the afternoon
paralyzed in cold silent sunrise
with nowhere to go
nothing to say
I used to know where I could find myself
in the thick of the wood
in the top of a tree
but I'm lost now
gonna spend some time
since my own mind did little but harm me
home alone, again
at three in the afternoon
paralyzed in cold silent sunrise
with nowhere to go
nothing to say
and you're being punished
for things you've never done wrong
madness comes knocking
you answer in song
and you're being punished
for things you've never done wrong
madness comes knocking
you answer in song
ed. note - yikes
about the motion of my life changing
and my mind flipping
home alone, again
at three in the afternoon
paralyzed in cold silent sunrise
with nowhere to go
nothing to say
I used to know where I could find myself
in the thick of the wood
in the top of a tree
but I'm lost now
gonna spend some time
since my own mind did little but harm me
home alone, again
at three in the afternoon
paralyzed in cold silent sunrise
with nowhere to go
nothing to say
and you're being punished
for things you've never done wrong
madness comes knocking
you answer in song
and you're being punished
for things you've never done wrong
madness comes knocking
you answer in song
ed. note - yikes
Monday, April 4, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Forlorn Fridays: The Most Magical Whatever
There was this Unicorn
it was born one day
From a beam of light
Fully grown.
It knew it was a magnificent creature
with it's white coat and golden hooves.
It went forth into the world
Knowing it would change everything.
The first people it met were two teenagers
Eager to disregard anything.
The Unicorn spoke
In a voice like God
"Hello! Fine to meet you! I am the most magical Unicorn ever!"
The Teenagers were not impressed
"Unicorns? That shit is for kids ROTFLTTYLBRBJSPHFL"
So it jumped off a fucking cliff and died.
it was born one day
From a beam of light
Fully grown.
It knew it was a magnificent creature
with it's white coat and golden hooves.
It went forth into the world
Knowing it would change everything.
The first people it met were two teenagers
Eager to disregard anything.
The Unicorn spoke
In a voice like God
"Hello! Fine to meet you! I am the most magical Unicorn ever!"
The Teenagers were not impressed
"Unicorns? That shit is for kids ROTFLTTYLBRBJSPHFL"
So it jumped off a fucking cliff and died.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Flush it way, way down
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tell all, be all
Monday, March 28, 2011
Case of the Everydays: A Day in the Park
I thought about how I needed a great summer.
I thought about how I used to hang out in the park, or a backyard on sunny days.
I thought how nice it would be to do that again.
I thought about trying to get all my friends together, and going to the baseball
field by my house next sunny day, to just hang out, and do some connecting.
I though "Well, they would probably need some entertainment or distraction to amuse them".
I thought maybe we could play kick ball.
I thought "People I hang out with are the kickballing type, I think".
I thought about how hard it would be to get enough people together to have a
legit kickball game going.
I thought about having to create a facebook event, entitled something like
"Let's play some goddamn kickball already, you bastards!".
I thought about how the only way to have enough people to play a game would
be to have the "Tell your friends, let's get a crew together" thing.
I thought about strangers being there. Well, strangers to me.
I thought about how whenever I'm at a party, no one really talks to friend's friends,
unless the are in a group circle, or are trying to fuck someone.
I thought about how competitive everyone I know is, and how it would probably
just turn into some hurt feelings and insecurity.
I thought "Maybe it's just me".
I thought "Screw it".
I thought about how I used to hang out in the park, or a backyard on sunny days.
I thought how nice it would be to do that again.
I thought about trying to get all my friends together, and going to the baseball
field by my house next sunny day, to just hang out, and do some connecting.
I though "Well, they would probably need some entertainment or distraction to amuse them".
I thought maybe we could play kick ball.
I thought "People I hang out with are the kickballing type, I think".
I thought about how hard it would be to get enough people together to have a
legit kickball game going.
I thought about having to create a facebook event, entitled something like
"Let's play some goddamn kickball already, you bastards!".
I thought about how the only way to have enough people to play a game would
be to have the "Tell your friends, let's get a crew together" thing.
I thought about strangers being there. Well, strangers to me.
I thought about how whenever I'm at a party, no one really talks to friend's friends,
unless the are in a group circle, or are trying to fuck someone.
I thought about how competitive everyone I know is, and how it would probably
just turn into some hurt feelings and insecurity.
I thought "Maybe it's just me".
I thought "Screw it".
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Forlorn Fridays: At the airport
I sat at the airport
Where I was going
is not important.
I read a magazine
the people looked smooth
unlike myself.
I thought about leaving
but then I wouldn't
be on the plane I needed
to be on.
Just then! A man in a silver cape
broke into the airport and
ran through the terminal
moving so fast
he might have been a superman
of sorts.
Saving a plane surely bound for destruction.
Never mind, it was a baggage cart.
I was lonelier than before.
I took a shit and didn't wash my hands.
Who would know?
Where I was going
is not important.
I read a magazine
the people looked smooth
unlike myself.
I thought about leaving
but then I wouldn't
be on the plane I needed
to be on.
Just then! A man in a silver cape
broke into the airport and
ran through the terminal
moving so fast
he might have been a superman
of sorts.
Saving a plane surely bound for destruction.
Never mind, it was a baggage cart.
I was lonelier than before.
I took a shit and didn't wash my hands.
Who would know?
Thursday, March 24, 2011
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