Why do I keep fuckin' up?
Yeah. Been wondering that myself.
Click down on that second YouTube video in the post below.
Dream in colors, dream in red.
I felt like writing some more. It's weird. You stop for a while, write once a week, take some pictures, blah. It gets boring. Yet, through some exhibitionist urge... I scribble my thoughts on a pad because I am leaving on a jetplane (or, honestly, maybe not) like I owe you something.
The only thing I owe, and owe is the wrong Word, is my mom.
I owe my Mom a Happy Mother's Day.
Because she is about the best damn mom you have ever seen.
Really.
Everybody who meets her agrees. She did a bang-up job.
Kris? Tony? Chris?
Anybody who spent the night in our basement.
Hmmmm. Birsch spit up a Wet Bunny, someone was Evil, the die was cast.
Hey K-Top.
(In any case... Mom. Happy Mother's Day. I love you.)
If tragedy befalls you, well, don't let it drag you down.
Love can kill your problems.
None of it matters.
Life is what you make of it, and even then, it can be short.
It can also be swift, glorious, bitter or brutal.
But remember the "short" thing.
Love hard, do good, see some things, learn to play an instrument, ride a wave, rip the tide, try skateboarding, ride a bike, start a fire, embrace a thunderstorm... because...
People drop dead every day. Good people, for no reason. Kids, even. Fate doesn't care. It just makes you turn your eyes skyward and wonder why.
Make a choice.
Adios, pendejos.
Click down on that second YouTube video in the post below.
Dream in colors, dream in red.
I felt like writing some more. It's weird. You stop for a while, write once a week, take some pictures, blah. It gets boring. Yet, through some exhibitionist urge... I scribble my thoughts on a pad because I am leaving on a jetplane (or, honestly, maybe not) like I owe you something.
The only thing I owe, and owe is the wrong Word, is my mom.
I owe my Mom a Happy Mother's Day.
Because she is about the best damn mom you have ever seen.
Really.
Everybody who meets her agrees. She did a bang-up job.
Kris? Tony? Chris?
Anybody who spent the night in our basement.
Hmmmm. Birsch spit up a Wet Bunny, someone was Evil, the die was cast.
Hey K-Top.
(In any case... Mom. Happy Mother's Day. I love you.)
If tragedy befalls you, well, don't let it drag you down.
Love can kill your problems.
None of it matters.
Life is what you make of it, and even then, it can be short.
It can also be swift, glorious, bitter or brutal.
But remember the "short" thing.
Love hard, do good, see some things, learn to play an instrument, ride a wave, rip the tide, try skateboarding, ride a bike, start a fire, embrace a thunderstorm... because...
People drop dead every day. Good people, for no reason. Kids, even. Fate doesn't care. It just makes you turn your eyes skyward and wonder why.
Make a choice.
Adios, pendejos.
Labels: Mother's Day
posted by Joe at
11:44 PM
6 Comments:
Why you callin' me a "pubic hair" Willis?
Happy Mother's Day to your mother. :-)
You capitalized Word...
I wish you could see the smile on my face.
Best to you always my friend.
Momz is cool.
Joe, I think you honestly affect people's lives with your posts sometimes. At the very least, their day. And that's huge.
Your mom...my mom....
we are watched over
Yup-your Mom'z was pretty great.
Thanks Dude's Mom
Now are you saying I was the someone that was evil ?
I thnk it was the wet bunny that was truly evil
dont tell dayez i said so. He always thought he was evil enough.
such a morose cleric
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