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kittygory replied to your photoset “10/16/14. Reno, Nevada. Mastodon, Gojira, Kvelertak. Most awesome…”
And who are all these people you mention?
Mastodon is my favorite metal band. Gojira is pretty awesome too, and Kvelertak were good but I’ve never really listened to them. Brann Dailor is the drummer for Mastodon, and Brent Hinds is the lead guitarist. They both provide backing vocals too. they were really cool guys. freaking awesome!
We hired darth vader. Pretty tree, stupid minecraft handbook. Awesome sesame Street gameboy game, peculiar donald duck plaster lamp, ass puzzle, super old lunch box and thermos, obama toilet paper!
Thrift store finds, yes. Minus the obama paper. My friend bought that
10/16/14. Reno, Nevada. Mastodon, Gojira, Kvelertak. Most awesome night of my life. Met Kvelertak, had a beer with Brann Dailor and Brent Hinds.
I wrote a good poem tonight
but then I accidentally hit the backspace button at the wrong time and got stuck on the confirm navigation screen. goodbye poem…
Still been really hard to write a good poem. I’ve had too much shit on my plate (and mind) as of late. was about to start building an AR15 but my truck got pretty fucked up and now I have to take care of that instead. Is what it is.
Watch the skies change.
Sweltering bright days
pushed out by cooler winds,
fallen leaves, rainfall and
dimmer lights to curl up under.
Autumn wears a crisp amber mask
so misleadingly gentle.
"No more pain." Say the silver plated clouds,
tarnished, ready to unleash winter’s fury.
…And we look up in awe,
gleefully welcoming the grey resolution
of another years end.
If you think about it potatoes don’t really get all that much credit
they’re fucking awesome
this one thing here
can be made into:
different variations of fries
It can be made into chips
you can make hashbrowns with it
even a salad
add some fuckin cheese to those potatoes
you can have it sliced and diced
you can make tater tots
hell you can even eat the skin
or just have little potato nuggets
thank u potatoes
potato appreciation post
Don’t forget about mashed potatoes, duchess potatoes, potato pancakes, potato bread or potato soup!
Oh how smart you are!
Oh how intelligence spurts
from your fingertips,
like runny shit from your asshole
or rather, your mouth.
Fuck you, and fuck off.
Fuck you, and follow me, not.
Fuck you and take your naive labeling attitude
and shove it up your ill-informed ass.
How long has it been since you’ve known me?
How long have we been friends,
and have talked to each other,
and have have hung out?
I… I guess you don’t know me,
and we aren’t fucking friends,
we do not talk or hang out,
so I guess you wouldn’t have ever known
that my uncle, the greatest guy in my life is gay,
and I do not run scared from his homosexuality.
I guess you wouldn’t have ever known
that I had a crush on a girl who is gay,
wrote a poem or two for her on here
and I did not run scared from her homosexuality.
I guess you would not have known
that I spent the day at my county fair in 2005 with my gay friend Jason
and I did not run scared from his homosexuality.
I guess you would not have known that
I have a friend in Croatia,
and a friend in Oklahoma who are both gay
who I communicate with them regularly,
and that I do not run from their homosexuality.
Dare I say again that,
you don’t know me?
Dare I acknowledge your
worthless opinion about the kind of person I am
that you based off a single post that
I took pleasure in reblogging to my dashboard.
Dare I cower away
when I am accused of being something that
I am not?
there will be no petty arguments with a person
or rather, fucking clueless dunces who are, (cue sarcasm)
on such a higher level than myself,
who have never met me and yet know me so much better
than my own goddamn self.
When you accuse me,
when you call me out,
when you go out of your way to try to sound smart,
try to feel good and give me some
"shame on you" bullshit opinion,
expect a poetic backlash,
because arguing, you see,
is not worth my time.
Sitting in the hospital lobby, I yawn. I decide to go get a cup of coffee from the little cantina/ cafe area.
cashier: cappuccino or coffee?
C: $1.09 please.
D: Okay (hand cashier my debit card)
C: Do you need a receipt?
D: Yes please.
C: Umm… (seems to struggle with printing a receipt)
D: You said 1.09?
C: Uh, yeah.
D: No problem, I can remember that. Thanks have a great day.
C: Thanks, you too.
I go back to my seat, continue shopping online for gun parts, accessories and apparel of course and the cashier comes walking up to me. This doesn’t surprise me. -An attractive male in his twenties sporting a slightly un-kept beard, masculine musk composed of yesterdays dried sweat and stale cologne, and a pair of $80.00 nike’s on my feet.- You can imagine how a man of my stature is used to such attention.
Anyway, back to reality, the cashier walks up to me.
She mumbles something with a small and nervous voice. My idea is that she wanted to give me my receipt. This interruption, taking me away from learning more about the FN Five-seven is something that at 8:38am in San Andreas is something I will forgive. I walk to the register, and she walks back to get someone who I assume has more authority, or is more qualified to get done what needs to get done.
D: Did you need me to sign a receipt or something?
Manager: No, you were accidentally charged $101.09.
D: Expensive cup of coffee…
She sighs, expressing embarrassment.
I immediately feel smug. Having worked retail and service/food service industry for over 6 years, I know how easy it is to make a mistake. No intentional harm had been done. No one went out of their way to inconvenience me.
The manager makes a phone call, goes through a short series of steps, refunds my money and gives me my receipt.
M: I’m so sorry. If there are any issues, please come back and we will take care of it.
D: Not a problem. It’s alright, things happen.
M: Thank you for your patience and understanding, the coffee is on us.
D: Of course, thank you, have a great day.
That my friends, is how you get a free cup of coffee at the hospital.
in such good company! cool!
I know right! I’ve decided to never move, stay single (or marry an old woman with lots of money) and buy lots and lots of guns and then die at the age of 387. My skin will still be tight, my health will be impeccable, and I will have learned to breathe underwater without gills. Oh and the death will be due to fighting an a two headed albino grizzly bear, bare handed. We will both die. Her because I will have been extensively trained in bear tactics, and me because I will have neglected to stretch before the fight.
I really like what I just wrote. It’s ridiculous.
Anyway, I thought you’d appreciate the photo. :)