Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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THIS IS HOW I FEEL, YET NOT QUITE SO PRITTY AS I WOULD IMAGINE

stupid propaganda and bad vibing in trains

so on the way to the doctor’s office this morning I am all about being ill and all that I am bomblasted with is stupid ads, such as the gap “clean jean jacket” ad, which has a follow-up of “stuck… Continue Reading →

MY FUCKING SICKNESS KILLS

hahahah…so here I am sick sick sick ick ick ick, after having watched destroyer tattoo for a couple hours I went to my buddy Jeff’s house, teeth chattering, with chicky soup…at 5 I was walking down Prince half in tears,… Continue Reading →

COCKSUCKING PUTER BULLSHIT

I was hunting through my emails and found these photos from a while back and I am so annoyed with my shit right now, I am only putting these puppies up until later….that is my belly, and the reason I… Continue Reading →

because i am just that classy….

Well this is my 30th hour of non-sleep mode so everyone is funny…I went uptown with BJorn to take care of doodie and no one was SMILING…and I mean NO ONE….it’s freakin kissmas for crying out loud…so we proceeded to… Continue Reading →

NO MORE MARTINIS ON THIS ROOF

That’s it..I’m finished…no more martinis for me..they make me crazy and paranoid and emotional and I am sick at this moment and barassed for myself… The reasons I don’t feel like drinking anymore, at least in major amounts are those… Continue Reading →

my unmake-up for Jon

suspensions n stuff

My buddy Xeon did his suspension last evening at True, where I also work as a bartender, and was fortunate enough to work at last night…These photos are a progression of the events of last night, and yes, I did… Continue Reading →

NOT SUITABLE FOR THE WEAK-STOMACHED

So the beginning of my dream I can’t quite recall…how exactly I got into this place, but I did revisit it and wake up a couple times in between and re-entered it in different situations…. In any case I am… Continue Reading →

it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood……..

It’s odd how strange my days blend and blend into one composite ball of existing…. I have no interest in wasting my life away plugging along in chat rooms and essentially accomplishing nothing, this time spent could be so much… Continue Reading →

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