Showing posts with label Bro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bro. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

The Real Hero.


Something I love lately,
besides lots of things,
is Burger's infatuation
with Super Heroes.

I was parked in front of
the Balloon Saloon
and I saw this wire crate.

So I jumped out.
Rearranged.

No one puts baby in the corner.


Tuesday, November 06, 2012

You Were Saying.


Sup bro? 
You vote yet?
I was explaining to Burger what we were going to do, as we were walking to the voting station.
It is hard to explain something when the person you are explaining something to doesn't give a shit.
The last time I voted he was only 9 months old.
Can you believe that?
It was a completely different life for everyone involved, which includes you.
Four years? 
Shit.

Four years, four months, four hours.
It seems like I can break up time into 4's lately.
It's a nice round feeling number, even though I know that geometrically it can't be.

I don't know what else to say about that really.
Or anything for that matter.
Tonight anyways.

lovemaathew

Friday, July 29, 2011

Bum Tan.


I think I sweat out all my problems and worries while I am sleeping. I grind them between my teeth, or what is left of them, and do some sleepy time karate to bust them apart like so many cheap pine boards. It could also just be the temperature and humidity that is causing these patterns in my sleep. Like I said before, I am no scientist.

If you want to give yourself a lesson in overcoming frustration try building yourself a cabinet with twisted, warped wood and really try and make it square. The thing is, you can't! You can not pull the entire thing square unless you want it to end up being more screws than wood. Once you have attempted this, and you are sitting on your paint can, sweat and sawdust collecting on your eyeballs this is when you console yourself by realizing what you were really supposed to learn was not a lesson in frustration, but a lesson in letting things be what they is and to quit trying to be such a control freak. Good job, you! Now go get yourself a frosty cold one at the Abbey.
You know they got free sandwiches for Friday Happy Hour!?
Sa-Weet!