Catapult Their Ghandrus

Ogay
There's a cow mug tipping over the edge the crash will be loud don't scream. The foundation just solidified.
Jumped.
Handle broke off the door to the pantry we'll starve radiation outside don't scream.
Why did we make the door solid steel?
Bil þ venda my ást of vetur.
I would have to stay in here.

Ran DOWN a wheel

He died on and off, seeing wheels spin faster than slower.
He was always saying how he saw street lamps as frozen explosions rather than dots.

Dots have a respective distance to the viewers.
Not all dots are street lamps unless those "planets" and "stars" out there are actually street lamps. It's a long road to the other side of the universe. And it's not a straight one. Lots of lights. Lots of lights goin out for James.
Sorry James, no one else wants to change out the lights. But everyone wants to look at them. Sucks.
Really does.

My room is colder than outside.

Your face needs to be thrown a gun? What does that even mean?
Maybe it's like the man said, he has a van with a ramp he drives with his teeth now, so he shoots with his mouth too.

Micah loves the vanilla scent spray.
Followers don't equal popularity, people.
Seems like something Ali would say.

I'm gonna na na my way towards bed. Tomorrow marks another Monday,
stands for
Mother-effin over-played nonsense day after yesterday
i. hate. monday mornings

Traditions of a Carpet Staple [a discourse on failure]

This is my mind when not occupied. It's vacant.


I am a carpet staple. I was stapled into carpet. I'm stapled into this carpet. My favorite things include staying stapled, including being a strong staple, and South Dakota, and this carpet because it has maroon colored yarn strands.

Sometimes the people ask what I would change in the world. I would definitely have to say that the green environstationals don't understand that there are still trees we haven't cut them all down I know people are starving in Africa has the cure for cancer can we all Just CALM THE EFF DOWN, and ask Africa for their cure. We could mass produce their cures for less payment from the less rich continent thousands.

If everyone thought like me the staple... so much easier.

Last thing I have to say.
Somebody said this in class: "People go to BYU for the good education, not for cooperation on their rules and laws"...
yeahh.. nice one dingdong

The blog posts don't have to make sense right?
I never got the link that it seems everyone else got for what you can't write on a blog.

Soldiers left for the war,
but the man in the suit just snores.
I feel like I'm tied to a chair,
sitting in front of one single pear.
There's the golden man running
spinning and reaching and hatching.
The floor got wet and see-through
so the flanger box made stew.
A box has four sides and names
but a fox has four legs and pains.

Galaxy She

She comes and goes,
sometimes alone.

Elle me donne
deuxième ours.

Mais je veux un peu de temps
avec la femme.

Est-ce se difficile
ou une gross blague.

The time will come
when the world falls down.

But until the end
can we please get along?

took the head right off

Bleak, frozen headphones left alone for two years

frozen to the desk they were left on, white with red stripes.

The hands and head left to find powers.

In the journey, and struggle for wind and sun,

the head and hands turned on each other.

Half-dead, thrashed, bleeding, black, and wretched. Inching back to the desk.

Their survival can only come from the white and red laying muffled.

The numb, and blood-slippery hands scratch at the ice, gouging what it thinks is the barrier to it's salvation.

The effort is for naught. The barrier doesn't exist. Hasty method has led to extinction.

The head finally rolls back, blind.

Hot breath, enough to melt the ice, and desperate licks free the red and white no longer muffled.

The hands fallen and desecrated, are pitied by their brother, once a friend, who made it.

The turtle won the race again.

I have hands.

It's Nonsense?

I keep getting told that my lyrics make no sense.
Screw you. They make sense.

Today rained a little bit. Ali and Madison are up here for eFy I'm excited to play.
Ocean, The is my favorite song so far.
Fresca is my new favorite indulgence.
Jacob has begun a new page in his life book. Today, right now, he has begun an audio journal. On garageband. So I felt like I needed to write something down.
I have nothing to say that is public information yet.
Well... theres only three people i can think of that even know this blog exists.
but still. just in case.

hefalumps and woozels
im sick and tired of working for the man Madison
f^ck that guy

sometimes i like gay songs

"Say You Like Me" - We The Kings

what the he[[
i downloaded it as the free single of the week and i listened through the whole song and i didn't realize what i had done till i did it a second time. maybe a third.
so i guess sometimes i break my own rules. i really don't have many anyways.
The masquerade dance is this saturday. The first formal freshman byu dance...
We have to ask dates out. Jacob works that night and doesn't want to go. I have other friends going but blehk. Since mormon prom was so awesome, I just have all this intense motivation to totally goooo...yeaa
i have a computer science midterm and tomorrow is the last day to take the fatty test. Ive been studying at least two hours everyday for this shiz and i still dont get it.
i do actually. but i don't feel like i do.
manchester orchestra rules. ive got friends.
 one of their songs says- "
Definitely not the things that I'm seeing
Did i think id see so instantly

I found a note in my grandfather's coat
when I read it out loud I got cold

'Cause he said
I'm not complaining
yeah i was just saying
I'm a man, I'm a lost one you see
come down with me to a place
we'll get clean
and we'll meet with them eventually

you mean everything
I don't know much but a crutch is a crutch
if its holding you from moving on"

yeah.

i haven't felt the coolness i visualized feeling living on my own.

im just tired-night.