Today was gonna be the day
But they'll never throw it throw it back to you
By now, you should've somehow realized what you're not to do
I don't believe
That anybody feels the way I do
About you now.
I have had the most interesting conversations lately.
You should know.
Because I could fill your hard drive with interesting conversations.
How do you know?
Well, because.
I want you to do me a favor.
What?
I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
You want me to hit you?
C'mon, do me this one favor.
Why?
Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?
No. But that's a good thing.
No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve.
Well, kids... how are you doing tonight, or today, as the case may be?
Still afraid to comment?
(Your favorite band probably does suck, just so you know... I know this... because Tyler knows this.)
I am really not quite sure, myself.
If you are a regular reader of this blog, you know I am quite proud of this sequence of pictures.
Because, well, why not?
I walked right up to that bird, sitting in that tree.
There was a dead deer, stripped to the ribs, that he (or she) had been feeding on.
I walked right past that, toward her (or him.
As I got close, (s)he flew right at me.
I was frantically trying to snap a picture, but due to the damn delay on a digital camera, by the time the picture snapped, she veered to her left.
OK, admittedly, that is a cool photo... but imagine that same big fucking bird, flying right at you?
Right.
I have some other dandy eagle pictures, too.
(^^That is an eagles' nest, which I discovered during a kayaking trip with Bells, Carp and Stacey....)
It was fucking huge.
There were actually two eagles.
I got too close, and they got pissed. (Scroll right... I refuse to shrink this picture... because how many times do you get buzzed by a pair of eagles?
Right.
That's what I thought.)
They should have been pissed.
I had no business getting that close.
So, anyway.
Here in Montana, well...
It's just a different way of life.
I would happy if I died here.
Wouldn't you?
If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
That anybody feels the way I do
About you now.
I have had the most interesting conversations lately.
You should know.
Because I could fill your hard drive with interesting conversations.
How do you know?
Well, because.
I want you to do me a favor.
What?
I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
You want me to hit you?
C'mon, do me this one favor.
Why?
Why? I don't know why; I don't know. Never been in a fight. You?
No. But that's a good thing.
No, it is not. How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve.
Well, kids... how are you doing tonight, or today, as the case may be?
Still afraid to comment?
(Your favorite band probably does suck, just so you know... I know this... because Tyler knows this.)
I am really not quite sure, myself.
If you are a regular reader of this blog, you know I am quite proud of this sequence of pictures.
Because, well, why not?
I walked right up to that bird, sitting in that tree.
There was a dead deer, stripped to the ribs, that he (or she) had been feeding on.
I walked right past that, toward her (or him.
As I got close, (s)he flew right at me.
I was frantically trying to snap a picture, but due to the damn delay on a digital camera, by the time the picture snapped, she veered to her left.
OK, admittedly, that is a cool photo... but imagine that same big fucking bird, flying right at you?
Right.
I have some other dandy eagle pictures, too.
(^^That is an eagles' nest, which I discovered during a kayaking trip with Bells, Carp and Stacey....)
It was fucking huge.
There were actually two eagles.
I got too close, and they got pissed. (Scroll right... I refuse to shrink this picture... because how many times do you get buzzed by a pair of eagles?
Right.
That's what I thought.)
They should have been pissed.
I had no business getting that close.
So, anyway.
Here in Montana, well...
It's just a different way of life.
I would happy if I died here.
Wouldn't you?
If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
posted by Joe at
12:22 AM
4 Comments:
i'll admit, when i broke my neck--fight club kept me sane when i was unraveling like a woman doing the dance of the seven veils.
Phenomenal movie. I could watch it over and over and over again and have. Find myself quoting at the most inopportune moments.
Awesome pics of the eagle!
beautiful pictures. that last question... you know, the answer I come up with changes all the time. as with all Fight Club questions. that's the beauty of the words. they take you, you don't take them. so they're never yours. and their meaning can change without a moment's notice.
The pictures of the eagles -- awesome. You make Montana attractive.
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