stories, songs and storms

i said last time i would tell u a story... well i stole this one from an emery song called from crib to coffin

I used to be a better man.
But the regret came, and here I am.
I used to walk outside my door.
But I don't go outside anymore

When will they carry me to my grave?
So I can pay for the things my hands have made.
Two sons will take my body
and place it in the ground.
And I hope they know to be nothing like me.
No nothing like me.

My Blood is tainted with bitterness.
I want it out, I want it out of me.
Oh, the taste of my inheritance.
How I have fallen, the hills will cover me.
You too will become weak.
You too will become weak.

The trees are green what happens when they turn dry.
The trees are green what happens when they turn dry.
We chose our words and threw them towards the sky.
The trees were green, now they have all turned dry.

There was a bird
whose wings were crushed by a windshield.
So fast to the ground,
the roadside it found as its eyes closed.
I heard the driver say as she pulled away,
"What could I have done? The worst is over."
I thought to myself with risk to our health.
No one ever offers help.

When we were boys
we chased through neighbors' fields.
We could run forever, and I swore to my friends,
their lives I would defend, as a superhero.
But age finds the lust and gives it your trust.
And begs your devotion in trade for discretion.
The years play out as days as those friends pass away.
But you are taken care of, there is always television.

hope u had fun with stolen storytime

its weird at work lately, lie everybody can see the storm approaching but is just sitting their waiting for it to hit.in their boredom they find anger. one of the easiest emotions to show. so its weird at work as if i dont want to ask people about things in fear of losing my head. the storm is going to hit at the end of this month, or maybe we will be in the eye by then.

Anyways, i have 3 courses for now until stagecraft starts up. i got woodwork, peer helping and art then i go home and do whatever. so this semester is going to be a lazy one but next semester is going to be annoying cause i will have to actually think on paper. very hard to do.

welp bed times

Good Night Sleep Tight Don"t Let the Bed Bugs Bite

i guess i need to update this thing, and i guess i will stat with a story of some sort. yea that would be great, but i dont really have one for you today maybe next time.

it seems i like late nights better than days i seem to be more intellectual at moments that consist of walking to the pier and just listening, mainly to the guy that got me up away from my chair but whatever. this has happened a few times wen Justin gets off work he calls we make a few laughs then go for a walk around late night Sidney to the pier and last time was fun. last time was fun because it was rainy and windy and misty (which sounds the same as Mrs.t) but ya good times and coffee good times and coffee. the only problem is cant really do tat wen after i get off my shift cause he is off at the far off land beside the ferrys. sure house partys are fun and all but just one on one walks to the pier if i ever....wen i move away i will miss those the most. and that time seems to be pressing forward kinda quickishly with this being the last year i should have of high school. ahh nostalgic moments how they make human kind wish time could wait for them. unfortunately in a world like that people would be too happy in their fantasy worlds to really care about the one out here.

good. bad. black. white. blueberry. strawberry.