there. that's better.

The Good Thing Book has already evolutionized into something new. The final concept is more complete now for me. So if you want to send me as many of your most amazing photos of people, places, and things I would be very grateful. I've got a lot of pictures of my own and that might work... and I was going to be developing a lot more at Manual ( Read more... )

The Good Thing Book has begun and I am asking everyone to send pictures of all our amazing adventures here in Louisville. This can be of people, places, and things. The book will highlight individuals and stories surrounding them, so you can send me stories too, if you want, of quotes as to why certain people are so amazing ( Read more... )

The stuff Lionmouth has will make you lose ya mind!

There was an annonymous wheat-pasting show at UofL. Somehow I finagled my way into it. Bunnydick has made it into the art gallery world. Times are strange.

Someone tell the_fifey to be my friend.

Why isn't god more popular? ... oh, I see, it's because he doesn't even play the popularity contest.

Nobody is better than me. No one can leave me for someone better. When I give you my heart and say its forever then that is my promise. Everyone has problems that they have to get over ON THEIR OWN. Never let my problems become yours. Do not let them hurt you. Every relationship will be made up of good and bad; take them both. If I am your ( Read more... )

THEY CALL ME LION MOUTH SHITFAKERS!

Lion Mouth prowls out onto the UofL campus and curls up on a flat bed rock. He licks his paws and glances at his wounds. Hydrocodone is in his satchel. 4-20 medicine tucked away, he thinks. Tamers are more rampant today than usual and the other friends of the land walk up close. Lion Mouth looks at them, they talk emediately, to say what they ( Read more... )

Lion Mouth is sicker than he has ever been. I am trembling all over, there is a piercing pain in my lungs, my throat seems too weak to swallow anything, I am hallucinating scary furnaces that I slowly become, all the veins in my head are pulsating like that little hammer that tolls the bell on alarm clocks, and yet I have to write three papers and ( Read more... )