Thank you kindlyFor thinking of meIf I'm not smiling, I'm just thinking

The last post contained a lot more exposition, but I somehow deleted it and had to start over... so I just re-posted the pictures.

Who needs exposition anyway?

I read six books in fourteen days. That's enough exposition.




Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.




Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.




Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.





Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.








Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.





And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

you can't be twenty on sugar mountain

hi.








being full of shit is hard to do.




shitting in a cool whip container is hard to do. or a chinese takeout box. jesus, i'd have no idea how to proceed.





Screw N.A.F.T.A. And the goddamn burro it rode in on.








i have a creeping feeling that i am in for an ass-kickin' for posting these pictures, but, hey. they're good pictures.





yeah, i'm gonna get my ass kicked.



what are you gonna do?

i guess you just bend over, take that ass-kicking, and ask yourself if it was worth it.

was it worth it?

well, yes.

yes it was.