Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
The Walls of Barrington Hall (1988)
This is my life.
I NEVER forgot Barrington Hall.
How the fuck could I?!
I NEVER forgot Barrington Hall.
How the fuck could I?!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tower of Babble
Okay...I am going to wax nostalgic...deal with it.
I miss the HELL out of Tower Records.
You know how some people and places stick with you like super-glue?
Tower is one of those things.
After 20 years...my best and most cherished friends are STILL from Tower.
As we turn into old farts, a lot of things change...but I am glad to still talk to other old farts I knew from "back in the day".
We are STILL fucking AWESOME!
I miss the HELL out of Tower Records.
You know how some people and places stick with you like super-glue?
Tower is one of those things.
After 20 years...my best and most cherished friends are STILL from Tower.
As we turn into old farts, a lot of things change...but I am glad to still talk to other old farts I knew from "back in the day".
We are STILL fucking AWESOME!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Misfit Toys
In my mind, I live on an island of Misfit Toys.
I like it that way.
ANYONE can have Barbie, the cheap plastic bitch....but my island is special.
This is where the "odd" toys went when everyone pushed us away.
We had to find a place of our own.
Now as time has gone on, and the "normal" toys are bored as hell, they see our Island of Misfit Toys in the distance...
..Things explode. (We wanted to know if Powdered Fake Cream was explosive...it is) Giggles are heard on the wind.
Now and then the "Normals" swear they hear "ONE OF US!" being chanted, but they can't be sure....
...because they are not ONE OF US...and can only dream of our wonderful wiggly world.
We used to dream of being accepted by "Them" and now they pay money to hang out with us...if we will let them.
I wouldn't want to live any other way.
I don't know that I could...nor would I want to.
I like it that way.
ANYONE can have Barbie, the cheap plastic bitch....but my island is special.
This is where the "odd" toys went when everyone pushed us away.
We had to find a place of our own.
Now as time has gone on, and the "normal" toys are bored as hell, they see our Island of Misfit Toys in the distance...
..Things explode. (We wanted to know if Powdered Fake Cream was explosive...it is) Giggles are heard on the wind.
Now and then the "Normals" swear they hear "ONE OF US!" being chanted, but they can't be sure....
...because they are not ONE OF US...and can only dream of our wonderful wiggly world.
We used to dream of being accepted by "Them" and now they pay money to hang out with us...if we will let them.
I wouldn't want to live any other way.
I don't know that I could...nor would I want to.
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