Sep 07, 2004 21:27
yeah... i think i'll make this a weekly thing here... or something... i'm just lazy when it comes to this.
today was good. went to the 7-11 with cesare and lauren, bought myself a slurpee (i dunno spelling for it... lol), then hung out with them and mandy, kristen and brent... yep... lol
from there, i came home and did homework.
i was supposed to call chelsea at 7:30 but sort of forgot... talked to danielle (the junior that adopted me lol). danielle came and picked me up to go do something around 8:00, and we picked up chelsea on the way cuz i was supposed to hang out with her... lol. we drove around for a while, and ended up at dooley park (the backseat is uncomfortable), and they forgot me in the car so i couldn't get out. lol but after that hung out there for a while, yet in 5 minutes i had managed to injure both my ankles, so i laid there on the ground for a while... lol then my shoe got taken offa me and thrown... and... thats about the highlights. i made it home about 9:00, and now i'm gonna sign off so that i can finish my algebra about which i have forgotten. lol
a good song for you guys.
Aesop Rock - Float Lyrics
so I heard y'all wanna float...
yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring
prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing
I'm broke; I know a walking corpse that spit icicle dagger to
slit throat
quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope
(h...o...p...e)
I paint a portrait of myself, bored life inside the tortoise
shell
tortured, orbiting Hell's orchid, intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my
corridor
more than one canteen, a liquid caffeine and eclipse the
slaughters
now is you is the villain of my Kabuki hologram
as I hobble with hollow hands, please pin the nozzle
we see intent to reinvent dream application with homage to
ancients
but honor modern replacements circling now basics, fresh
I'm Bilbo Baggins, with stilts tippin' the peatree dish
beached fish on the shores with a feast of wits eats the corpse
divy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed
credible
that's a harp of a different color, yeah, but the song remains
identical
I am not a crook (crook)
I cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of
chance with my
tight rope leaf
life, sight beyond, I reign where hunger pain got begone
elong to something civil saint 'cause this Rembrandt paints on
and it's a tall canvas, lodged in the gut of Atlantis
I'm pretend(?), impressive lungs, some truly learn what a death
chant is
I alone personify man kinds collective soul
as the result of one angry Zeus fist blistering pulp cult evoked
face it, place it on the shelf next to the portrait Mommy gave
you
and the day it rains but y'all pose by the slave ship anyway
(how sweet)
make it rain 'till the lead be grain
my face is a combine of Father Tom and his sweetest concubine
whine, and it saddens me like televised casualties
I'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes
you don't want to miss it
I've been soaking up my discontent regarding the equation
I'm officially closed for consultation
I float
when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
see yalls later.