second day of new job today and im already feeling like my getting the flu, fuck off!
im botond and im a big aussie cunt and im always hungry
The great smelly situation that I love Australia. Originally, I had no idea it was that in July … I will, now at the end of November at the earliest but more may be January but later ….. Will be very difficult to leave: (but very co …… I would go home very well.
Band: Reserve 34
Song: Tongue Tied
Record: Rain City Games (2000)
What am I so afraid of? I guess I’m scared of being broken again, because I don’t heal so well. I’m covered in these ugly scars. Now I’m taking off these gloves and touching things with baby’s hands. I guess it’s all right if I get hurt. Why is it so hard to say what we feel? I guess it’s better than when nothing happens, nothing moves. Why is it so hard to say what we feel? I’m shedding my old skin for something softer (something better). What am I so afraid of? I guess I’m scared of being broken again, because I don’t heal so well. I’m covered in these ugly scars. Now I’m taking off these gloves and touching things with baby’s hands. I guess it’s all right if I get hurt. Why is it so hard to say what we feel? Why is it so hard? From the tips of our tongues to the bases of our lips, these words just sit there looking out of place. I tried to tell you straight, straight from my eyes, but these words just stumbled in my throat. Tongue Tied. Every time I see you, you tie my tongue in knots. Every time I see you, you tie my tongue. Why is it so hard to say what we feel? I guess boys will be boys.
Band: Reserve 34
Song: Common Room
Record: Rain City Games (2000)
I know I’ve never met you before, but I think I know you from somewhere. Maybe it’s in those eyes that I recognise half of me. Or maybe I’m being stupid, and you’re just another stranger. But please, stay a while and talk a bit with me. Then you just say something dumb, say ’like’ a lot, and I don’t know. This night nothing seems to feel quite right. Though I’m smiling, I don’t know why. I think maybe I’m having fun. This night only half my heart is with my friends. I think I dropped the other half somewhere on the dance floor. I listened to your stories, and somewhere in between those words, in the little silences, I found myself. I saw all the dumb mistakes I’ve made in your searching for the right words. I saw my joy in your enthusiastic gestures. This night I’m not too sure of anything, but hold my hand some more because I’m sure that that feels good. This night is unfolding like a story book. I’m holding you now on this page, not knowing whether this story has a happy ending or a sad one. I don’t want to turn the page because I’m scared of finding out that it’s blank.
This band actually means so much to me.
My hero Jack Burton!
Like I told my last wife, I says, “Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it’s all in the reflexes.”
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have ya paid your dues, Jack?” “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”
Well, ya see, I’m not saying that I’ve been everywhere and I’ve done everything, but I do know it’s a pretty amazing planet we live on here, and a man would have to be some kind of FOOL to think we’re alone in THIS universe.
