Wednesday, April 29, 2009
A modern man. A modern want. A need for something. A kill for some of that. A talking doll. That speaks too much. A bleeding eye. That never sees enough. A beautiful, Mona Lisa morning. A crashing car. A leg that's broke. A burning heart. For a word that's never spoke. A walking mess. A cut too deep. A shattered rainbow. And a little pill to sleep. Oh so subtle and indiscreet. A spot of sunshine. Oh so subtle and incomplete. A beautiful, Mona Lisa morning.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
A fashion phenomenon enjoyed world-over by jocks, victims of bad taste as well as the occasional douche bag. I am fascinated, and at times drawn beyond my will to approach said victim and enquire as to why they have allowed their jean pant/chinos to get hooked under that little tag that seems to come standard with such items of "designer" footwear. More specifically, I ask why they bought the "Caterpillars" in the first place.