once there was a man who loved toenails. he would rummage in garbage cans specifically to find the little clippings people just throw out without a second thought. he could always find them because he had an acute sense of smell, and the smell of toenails was unlike any other. his name was not important.
one day he was rummaging in garbage for toenails when a small girl approached him. "excuse me," she said, a little timid, for this man was wider than he was tall, and for a small child, that's pretty fucking terrifying, "but why are you going through the garbage?"
"well you see," the portly man said tot he girl, "i love me some freshly cli
Summer would be perfect. Unlimited free time, parties every night, and shrooms galore. That's how we all saw it, anyway. Days spent on the commons, nights spent roaming the city streets. Girls in shorts and tank tops, men baring their chests without a moment's hesitation. It was all that sexual energy, I think, that made us really crazy. Well, of course, that and the barrage of drugs we found ourselves facing the opportunity to sample at any time. Those three months of sweltering heat and sticky bus seats were all we could think about, all we could wish for until the day the season officially arrived. June twenty-first, this year of our lord,
i love you more and more very time i hear your name
i never thought the day would come when things would be his way
i sit and wait to hear your voice and see your smiling face
and every day i wonder wat got us to this place
tears of sorrow and of joy have got me where i am
and at this moment i cant think of any other man
who's what you are to me and what youll always be
you got me writing corny love shit, i guess thats how its meant to be
ten hundred years is how it seems
and light year since ive known it
the touch of something, something real
and someone who could show it.
i cannot cry for you at all
i will not shed a tear
nor can i laugh in times like these
when all i see is fear.
the tremble in those distant eyes, the ones that cannot see
when space and time are not enough to keep you close to me
a call for help that wont be heard is rustling through the trees,
another soul lost to the depths of mediocrity
i cannot cry for you this time
for now its up to you
ive done what can be done my friend,
theres no more i can do.
once there was a man who loved toenails. he would rummage in garbage cans specifically to find the little clippings people just throw out without a second thought. he could always find them because he had an acute sense of smell, and the smell of toenails was unlike any other. his name was not important.
one day he was rummaging in garbage for toenails when a small girl approached him. "excuse me," she said, a little timid, for this man was wider than he was tall, and for a small child, that's pretty fucking terrifying, "but why are you going through the garbage?"
"well you see," the portly man said tot he girl, "i love me some freshly cli
Summer would be perfect. Unlimited free time, parties every night, and shrooms galore. That's how we all saw it, anyway. Days spent on the commons, nights spent roaming the city streets. Girls in shorts and tank tops, men baring their chests without a moment's hesitation. It was all that sexual energy, I think, that made us really crazy. Well, of course, that and the barrage of drugs we found ourselves facing the opportunity to sample at any time. Those three months of sweltering heat and sticky bus seats were all we could think about, all we could wish for until the day the season officially arrived. June twenty-first, this year of our lord,
i love you more and more very time i hear your name
i never thought the day would come when things would be his way
i sit and wait to hear your voice and see your smiling face
and every day i wonder wat got us to this place
tears of sorrow and of joy have got me where i am
and at this moment i cant think of any other man
who's what you are to me and what youll always be
you got me writing corny love shit, i guess thats how its meant to be
Breathe suicide in your sick little mind.
I can feel the sweat soaked answers.
Drink up.
There's a noose in the centre of the room.
No priest to give you a final blessing.
No one to pull the switch.
Just you fucking selfishness.
Drink up.
Just relax, smile, take a sip.
Just relax, smile, and take a hit.
Your life is honestly fucking worthless.
I Know.
just a character. i write and draw weird things, and i don't update for shit. love me.
Current Residence: windsor Favourite genre of music: grungey punk Favourite photographer: Brigitte Lacombe Operating System: Windows OVER 9000 Skin of choice: My own... Favourite cartoon character: Tino Tonitini Personal Quote: WWWAAAUUUUUUHHHH KIKI!!
Favourite Movies
Billy Madison, A Clockwork Orange, The Lion King
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Tegan and Sara, The Cramps, Regina Spektor, Leftover Crack
hello. it has been a while since i updated this.
i say that every time -- you'd think i catch on to my own habits by now. you all have.
today i love ska and improvisation.
mostly ska.
i also have a new kitty. his name is loki, he is mostly black, and he is a whore for cuddles. like, a complete whore. he screams at you if you stop paying attention to him. but he's adorable.
also i believe i have a job at a studio <3 hippie punk chicks working for hippie punk chicks are awesome.
on that note, a link to a nice lil song about a punk rock country girl.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_E4BeNRE5k
i love you all!
-jakkidee
so i guess im writing again.
and drawing too but i dont have a scanner at my place
uh or internet
shit
so i was gonna say i was gonna be updating more but i guess not since i can only update if we go to a place where there's internet, soo i'm going to be just as dead as before, but possibly a little less angsty about my fucking writers and artists block
also look out for hte beginnings of marijuanita, shes my new brain child who is based pretty closely off a new friend of mine; i'll be working her into some comic type thingies eventually, as soon as i get her drawn up a little better.
but yeh i love you guys, this was originally gonna b