i never knew, there was such a thing, called a bear cat.
For Walky
sometimes my brain feels heavy, as if the weight of life is causing an actual tumor like drag upon the need to wake up everyday and continue on amongst the normal. sometimes i want to escape and join a circus or at least a difference of daily landscape, leaving behind everything i fought for in this life of simply making it. one day is the depression, one day is the elevation. one day is the brightness, one day is the blahness. maybe i need more vitamins, maybe i need more money. i think a sense of purpose is far fetched underrated . . . and most times i dont try hard enough to believe in my own existence flavored conscious sicle. life is always difficult when you attempt to blindly sail through the seas of hard times where your ride is a racket and your destination is obscured. where is my angled enlightenment. where is my forever dream.
walkonby wrote:
sometimes my brain feels heavy, as if the weight of life is causing an actual tumor like drag upon the need to wake up everyday and continue on amongst the normal. sometimes i want to escape and join a circus or at least a difference of daily landscape, leaving behind everything i fought for in this life of simply making it. one day is the depression, one day is the elevation. one day is the brightness, one day is the blahness. maybe i need more vitamins, maybe i need more money. i think a sense of purpose is far fetched underrated . . . and most times i dont try hard enough to believe in my own existence flavored conscious sicle. life is always difficult when you attempt to blindly sail through the seas of hard times where your ride is a racket and your destination is obscured. where is my angled enlightenment. where is my forever dream.
B-
walkonby wrote:
sometimes my brain feels heavy, as if the weight of life is causing an actual tumor like drag upon the need to wake up everyday and continue on amongst the normal. sometimes i want to escape and join a circus or at least a difference of daily landscape, leaving behind everything i fought for in this life of simply making it. one day is the depression, one day is the elevation. one day is the brightness, one day is the blahness. maybe i need more vitamins, maybe i need more money. i think a sense of purpose is far fetched underrated . . . and most times i dont try hard enough to believe in my own existence flavored conscious sicle. life is always difficult when you attempt to blindly sail through the seas of hard times where your ride is a racket and your destination is obscured. where is my angled enlightenment. where is my forever dream.
You should pop some xanax and read more Mark Morford.
Maybe it's the Jewish mother in me, but I'm concerned about Walky. Not sure how to take that last message of his and I don't think he's posted since.
Bagley wrote:
Maybe it's the Jewish mother in me, but I'm concerned about Walky. Not sure how to take that last message of his and I don't think he's posted since.
Not his last, but that was about when he dropped off.
http://forum.930.com/index.php?action=profile;u=21773;sa=showPosts
Bagley wrote:
Maybe it's the Jewish mother in me, but I'm concerned about Walky. Not sure how to take that last message of his and I don't think he's posted since.
RIP.
Bagley wrote:We've come to bury Caesar!
Maybe it's the Jewish mother in me, but I'm concerned about Walky. Not sure how to take that last message of his and I don't think he's posted since.
<a href="http://youtu.be/ESM3495FiZM">Cats On Treadmills</a>
in honor of the Olympics:
Cat Curling
Cat Curling
when one buries thine head into the sand . . . all you come away with, is a swift kick in the ass.
oh, and
oh, and
WALKYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
james ford = walky
Yada wrote:
james ford = walky
who do, you think, you are?
mr big stuff?
walkonby wrote:Yada wrote:
james ford = walky
who do, you think, you are?
some kind of a superstar.
i saw that the other day, and thought, both, good god how cute, and good god, how dumb.
you know what really bothers me . . . all these comments all over the internet claiming that somebodys wife or somebody brothers uncles half step sisters dog is making five thousand dollars a day at home doing god knows what and for you to go to some website so you can make that kind of money too. everybody knows it is not real, or atleast god i hope they know it, but there it is, over and over again, glaring me in the face everytime i go to read the interesting comments on news or tmz articles. man, i really love reading those comments on stories, especially on facebook articles, such as pitchfork or cnn or rolling stone and then going to those peoples facebook pages who make those comments, and looking at what they post about and their friends and what they post about, too. im so nosey sometimes and it bothers me, but i still do it.