Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Craters of the Moon...
As opposed to writing the year we graduated on our mountain (or hill as it was), my friends and I manicured a giant penis. Along with the words "SWEATY BALL SACK" in their respective positions. The next day at school, every car arriving to the campus from either direction was privy to the amazing artwork.
My Own Private...
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?
A man has only one thing on his mind
Why ask politely, why go lightly,
Why say please?
They only want to get you on your knees
There are a few things I never could believe
A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven
When you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...
A man has only one thing on his mind
Why ask politely, why go lightly,
Why say please?
They only want to get you on your knees
There are a few things I never could believe
A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven
When you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...
- Tom Waits
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Biker Pirate
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