Archive for August, 2009
Every Prayer Is Paramount To The Owner Of The Steepled Fingers
0 Comments Published by James Allan Brady August 11th, 2009 in archive“It’s the caffeine, nicotine, the miligrams of tar, its my habitat, it needs to be cleaned, its my car…” – Atmosphere
That’s a quote from a song called Scapegoat, the whole song is about shit you can blame, which is precisely the name of the game I’ve been trying not to play on here. The reason [...]
If Life Gives You Sour Grapes….
0 Comments Published by James Allan Brady August 9th, 2009 in archiveThen make cheap wine! At least that’s what they tell you to do, but in order to make cheap wine you still need a barrel, some water, and a place for it to ferment for a while, a safe place, and trust me, life doest always give you that shit. But me, I’ve been pretty [...]
When you were a kid your parents used to always tell you “we’ll see”. As a kid you knew they meant “no”, but it was supposed to give you hope, like as if it was a possibility, and you did hope, you cleaned your room, did the dishes, whatever it took to hopefully convince your [...]