December 2009
54 posts
i like kissing.
better than having sex.
i am.
john cusack.
thatcommonkid:
Streaming above is a clip of...
my hero. →
ever been on tour...
and have no money when you’re back from tour?
yea…that’s the reality of my situation.
i can't even talk shit on this...
anymore because i linked it to my facebook.
i need to think about my actions.
sometimes...
i wonder if people ever get annoyed of seeing my name.
then i think about it, and i know the answer.
free song from bessie the gun. merry christmas.
i have a dream...
i had a dream. i dreamt of a land where men and women alike paid for beer. i think it’s because i hate frat parties.
i love this ham.
is it sad...
that when i sign on to tumblr and see my tumblarity is down, i get really upset?
i love this song way too much for my own good.
it's finally...
beginning to look a lot like christmas.
my favorite thing in the world is...
being treated like a child at the age of 24.
texas...
the land where obviously enough men HAVEN’T seen brokeback mountain.
why i don't believe in god.
what can i say?
i’m agnostic, i’m atheist, buddhist and christian to boot.
i’m a catholic priest with my hands down my pants.
i’m a young little boy with a toy in my bag.
i walk out of stores for fun.
i loot and i pillage. for fun.
i burn and i turn. and i burn and i turn.
like a turkey on christmas.
or a pig in the dirt.
i’m a faggot, a bigot, a racist, a...
people in glass houses.
there’s a saying.
i say fuck saying.
start doing.
there’s a plaything.
i say fuck playthings.
start playing.
i left my heart in LA.
i wish to get it back.
there’s no telling.
there sure is no telling.
i say stop guessing.
suddenly lights.
forget the past.
we don’t need it.
history is bound to repeat itself.
so let’s stop.
stop and have fun.
stop…get it done.
fuck the future.
fuck the past.
the only thing left is to love our now.
so let’s stop.
stop and have fun.
stop…get it done.
we should live for the melody.
live for the kings.
live for few that have dropped dead before.
why the sad...
bessie the gun.
dim lighted basements
brightly lit houses
where did we go? where next to go?
half drunken faces
all misstepped paces.
where next to go? where can we go?
we will swing, swing from the tops of the trees.
we will fall. fall like we never did know.
we will sing from these rooftops.
sing all these melodies.
til we die.die.die.
trees that come alive.
trees have come alive and said crazy things
like “if i were you…i’d be crazy, too.”
bessie was a cow.
bessie was a calf.
a calf that needed to grow.
but it was left to die.
but it did not wither.
it didn’t sway.
it kept trucking.
pummeling. faster than a fucking train.
a light shines above, and that’s all that i know.
bessie was the cow!
bessie was...
up on the rooftop.
high upon a pedestal
higher than a mountain
i stand
i beat my chest
i beat my chest
i scream from the rooftops
scream from the world
“is anybody out there?”
can anybody save me?
where are you now, you merciful god?
the one i adore.
the one that i love?
i see you now.
you clever bastard.
you were there all along.
you were there in the trees.
i think that if everyone gave a fuck...
the world might turn into one, giant…
roman orgy.
ccccoooolllll...
i didn't know this.
i went to the mental hospital...
and they couldn’t diagnose me.
probably because i’ve never had anything wrong with me.
oh well, guess i’ll keep taking these pills they gave me.
i’ve got a plan, though. at least i think i do.
the secret to life...
lies within the eye of the beholder.
could it be you?
probably not.
or could it?
i've got 12 people...
i want to see this christmas. you should get ahold of me. you know who you are.
facebook.
will save the world.
i think...
i’m going to be moving sometime in the near future. i’ve been a few places that kick major ass, lately; i feel a move will be necessary. i like LA and seattle. montana was really, really rad as well.
tour was a shit ton of fun, even with all the drama.
sometimes i have to get real. i don’t like to yell at people, but after 24 years of people stepping on me…it’s time...
Watchi also love onions on my burger. that is totally a sexual innuendo.
when i lived in austin...
i chanced upon a magical place named “shakespeare’s.” now…upon further examination, this was no magical place…it was heaven.
fast forward to 3 pitches later.
all of which were consumed by me.
black out drunk doesn’t even begin to describe that sheeeeee.
also…if you know anyone associated with a man named austin freeman, you should disassociate yourself...