heres some sweet text pics of old cars called franklins that were made in syracuse a long time ago. these were taken in caz, actually, right at the college, all the cars were parked on the quad. pretty cool lolz
Friday, August 21, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Havent posted ina long time because I dont think anyone looks at the ever anyway, and no one will ever see this post, and no one has probably ever seen any of the other posts either so im talking to myself, but anyway, I found one of the artists of the paintings which I took a photograph of when I went to NYC.
http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/eric-zeners-underwater
i WAS STUMBLEING WITH STUMBELUPON and I dont feel like deleting what I typed in caps by accident.
http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/eric-zeners-underwater
i WAS STUMBLEING WITH STUMBELUPON and I dont feel like deleting what I typed in caps by accident.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
wish you could say hi but all you hear are dead goodbyes
youd like to stay in contact but its hard when you dont try
youd like to tell her more but your tongue is just too tied
so let it wash away, forget you lived and try to die.
on a dry patch of road
where a dusty skeleton lies
stranded in life and death
with no sign of how he died
a worn out dirty diary
thumbing through the pages
a phantom date on every entry
the words appear as ageless
the only eyes to see these words
save the ones that seem closed now for all time
an arson in this dead mans life
and youll soon pay for your crime
but theres nothing in this stupid book
and you throw it in a haste
run away from this empty vessel
a life he had to waste
youd like to stay in contact but its hard when you dont try
youd like to tell her more but your tongue is just too tied
so let it wash away, forget you lived and try to die.
on a dry patch of road
where a dusty skeleton lies
stranded in life and death
with no sign of how he died
a worn out dirty diary
thumbing through the pages
a phantom date on every entry
the words appear as ageless
the only eyes to see these words
save the ones that seem closed now for all time
an arson in this dead mans life
and youll soon pay for your crime
but theres nothing in this stupid book
and you throw it in a haste
run away from this empty vessel
a life he had to waste
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