Keyboard Swamp Lotto
Zoey, Ed, and Will are going to entertain me tommorow night when My family and i make it to see the new things! I cant wait, i still have "Noah" in my head all the time when i think about it.
"Downtwon 81" was incredible like i thought it would be. <(B)>
there are bike tricks in clockstoppers, and ridiculous guitar solos.
More family buisness on saterday when Uncle Mom and i travel to familiar places. Afterwards im visiting Fake Cousins. Free admission to MOMA.
Over my illness vacation i made some diddle songs, thanks to M&M's keyboard. together with "Beneath Waves" and "Light Green Leaves" inspiration i think they could maybe have come out alright.
This past few days there layed two sheets of unlined papaer at the very bottom of the floor. on the pages were drawings that were obviously drawn with alot of effort. Trying to be lifelike. Over the pages is nothing good either. No matter how much back and forths, it didnt matter, strapped to a bed. More reading more better! Instead goes to read about a lady holding pinhole cameras, talking like she does in all her movies, and blinking like everyone else.Unfortunately every face is made, is my favorite, let me see it again! its still freezing though and its horribly difficult to picture glowing stories. The country all the way at the bottom of florida, i miss that some what. But more interesting is that deff. this house is protecting me more than i thought. Not from the weather or anything lame like that, im talking about not being home, havgin nice people always around. "And you are? in a hurry. Thats not a name!" Im talking about boxes with watches and feet stumped cold. A calender too, with so many #1 picks as well.
Last night was a big night for dreamsn, big like the dream was big, not (alot). mOst people i know personaly were mingling, in a cabin at that. Specialy {[K]}+{[N]}.
YeahiFeelYou, what a name.
Every day the Garbage Lumpster would open the lid of his PLACE just a smidge so that he could only see a sliver of his alley way. And of course this was the nastiest of all alley ways seeing as he was nothing but a no good funny buisness scare-dee pants. All the stories people told of his haunting demenor and hideous eyelids which stressed on being shaggy. those stories were un true and pretty offensive.
Anyway, one day a young boy wearing a blue/white stripped t-shirt that insisted on being noticed snuggled his way into the before mentioned alley way/PLACE. His brown pants were loose and comfortable, and he would ALWAYS remind you of that fact. The boy had just so happaned to be there at the same time the Garbage Lumpster peeked outside. WOW its a visitor! WOW there (points) Garbage Lumpster! Suddenly three screechy painters step out from the depths of nothing. Now of course as to not seem too Artsy Fartsy their shirts have large printed text reading "Feel My Face". The three artist (what art they make no one knows)say hello slowly and leave the area. The garbage Lumpster brings his attention back to the Boy, the boy has a box, and that box says Checkers. For the next 3 hours the two play checkers and chew on snacks. When the boy says he must go, Garbage Lumpster doesnt mind. He's has many other things to do before the day is done.
Goodbye guy.
Goodbye guy.
Meteor waves by in a series of flashes, story is not over.
"Speaking for Trees" lets watch it!
Noe.
"Downtwon 81" was incredible like i thought it would be. <(B)>
there are bike tricks in clockstoppers, and ridiculous guitar solos.
More family buisness on saterday when Uncle Mom and i travel to familiar places. Afterwards im visiting Fake Cousins. Free admission to MOMA.
Over my illness vacation i made some diddle songs, thanks to M&M's keyboard. together with "Beneath Waves" and "Light Green Leaves" inspiration i think they could maybe have come out alright.
This past few days there layed two sheets of unlined papaer at the very bottom of the floor. on the pages were drawings that were obviously drawn with alot of effort. Trying to be lifelike. Over the pages is nothing good either. No matter how much back and forths, it didnt matter, strapped to a bed. More reading more better! Instead goes to read about a lady holding pinhole cameras, talking like she does in all her movies, and blinking like everyone else.Unfortunately every face is made, is my favorite, let me see it again! its still freezing though and its horribly difficult to picture glowing stories. The country all the way at the bottom of florida, i miss that some what. But more interesting is that deff. this house is protecting me more than i thought. Not from the weather or anything lame like that, im talking about not being home, havgin nice people always around. "And you are? in a hurry. Thats not a name!" Im talking about boxes with watches and feet stumped cold. A calender too, with so many #1 picks as well.
Last night was a big night for dreamsn, big like the dream was big, not (alot). mOst people i know personaly were mingling, in a cabin at that. Specialy {[K]}+{[N]}.
YeahiFeelYou, what a name.
Every day the Garbage Lumpster would open the lid of his PLACE just a smidge so that he could only see a sliver of his alley way. And of course this was the nastiest of all alley ways seeing as he was nothing but a no good funny buisness scare-dee pants. All the stories people told of his haunting demenor and hideous eyelids which stressed on being shaggy. those stories were un true and pretty offensive.
Anyway, one day a young boy wearing a blue/white stripped t-shirt that insisted on being noticed snuggled his way into the before mentioned alley way/PLACE. His brown pants were loose and comfortable, and he would ALWAYS remind you of that fact. The boy had just so happaned to be there at the same time the Garbage Lumpster peeked outside. WOW its a visitor! WOW there (points) Garbage Lumpster! Suddenly three screechy painters step out from the depths of nothing. Now of course as to not seem too Artsy Fartsy their shirts have large printed text reading "Feel My Face". The three artist (what art they make no one knows)say hello slowly and leave the area. The garbage Lumpster brings his attention back to the Boy, the boy has a box, and that box says Checkers. For the next 3 hours the two play checkers and chew on snacks. When the boy says he must go, Garbage Lumpster doesnt mind. He's has many other things to do before the day is done.
Goodbye guy.
Goodbye guy.
Meteor waves by in a series of flashes, story is not over.
"Speaking for Trees" lets watch it!
Noe.