Leg tattoos are lame... on girls, too, but especially on guys... It seems like there is a mass abundance of goofy idiots walking around with some stupid "tribal" something on their leg. Lame (what the fuck, people? I mean, I do tribal art, but it all actually IS something, not just a bunch of abstract lines and angles and stupidity - you suck).

Sporadic leg tattoos are even more lame... guys, girls, doesn't matter. You see a girl walking with a flower on her foot... a few inches up, a butterfly... a few inches up on the other side, the Tazmanian Devil... another few inches up, a heart... and then... paw prints, or something incredibly lame like that... no flow, no concept... but tons of lame.

Those tattoos on the small of your back (aka, the "tramp stamp" or "jizz target")? Retarded. Don't care what it is... it could be the most beautiful piece of art in the world... but it sucks... just like you.

Neck tattoos are the lamest... Some guy walking around with, like, "Shirley" or something on the side of his neck... or a chick with an ankh on the back of her neck... or anywhere... jesus... stop it.

There was a time when tattoo art was truly symbolic... not too very long ago, really... and they were special. Now, every white trash retard pillhead piece of shit has a full sleeve... but can't afford proper clothing for their children... or shampoo.

Just so you know, you're not cool... you're lame. You're not the "individual" you think you're trying to be... you're a sheep trying to make people think you're cool... but you're not. You're just like all the rest. It used to be cool... but it's not, anymore. I mean, tattoos are cool... if they mean something... if they are significant... but this whole "random tattoo madness wherever you think it will look 'cool'" that you're doing... stop.

Floating under water
Ever-changing picture
Hours out from land
In tune with all our dreams...

The ocean takes me in
to watch you shake it
Watch you wave your powers
Tempt with hours of pleasure

Take me one more time...
Take me one more wave...
Take me for one last ride...
I'm out of my head
Tonight

The sound of the waves collide
Tonight,
we ride...

Cruising through the city
after hours with me
Fusing all our powers...
Here's to all our dreams...

Take me one more time...
Take me one more wave...
Take me for one last ride...
I'm out of my head
Tonight

The sound of the waves collide
Tonight,
we ride...

Don't wanna take it slow,
I wanna take you home
And watch the world explode
from underneath your glow

I want to watch the way
you creep across the my skull

You slowly enter
Because you know my room
And then you crawl your knees off
before you shake my tomb

I wanna watch you close
I need to see for sure
After the taping's through
Who do you think we can show?

I want to watch the way
you creep across the my skull

You slowly enter
Because you know my room
And then crawl your knees off
before you shake my tomb...

For a thousand days
You've been staring away
Are you phased or
are you thinking?
Crack a smile and wave,
It doesn't scare me away
Hit the brakes
I feel like cruising with you...
too...

So I gaze
in your eyes
and I wonder
Can you take me on?
Your haze that I'm under
Come wake me up... soon

Take a bow and wave
as you're carried away
It was great
but I'm not leaving
Crack a smile and wave,
It still doesn't scare me away
Hit the brakes
I feel like cruising with you...
too...

So I gaze
in your eyes
and I wonder
can you take me on?
Your haze that I'm under
Come wake me up

For a thousand days
we could get carried away
Are you in?
Are you in?

So I gaze
in your eyes
and I wonder
Can you take me on?
Your haze that I'm under
Come wake -
So I gaze
and I want her
Can you take me on?

Walk a mile in my shoes... hell, walk a block in them... then tell me if your shoes ever feel the same, again.

Trying to cope can be a complete bitch... I did a really good job of it...
for a while.

So do I really believe?
Caught up and twisted,
She's hardly completed
Now I'm out of time and full of hate
If nothing will change you,
then nothing will ever change

'Cause all that I need
from you now, you can't see

I'll take my last breath to say this
Your broken world left me hopeless
Every time I pray but
nothing will change
I'll take my last breath, now
I hope I find my way

What else in this world
could happen to me?
Always convicted,
You're simply defeated
It kills me that
I've never found that saving grace
that gave you the shelter
you needed for one more day

'Cause all that I need
from you now, you can't see

I'll take my last breath to say this
Your broken world left me hopeless
Every time I pray but
nothing will change
I'll take my last breath, now
I hope I find my way

Call it madness
Call it tragic
Have you had enough?

I was hanging with a couple of friends the other day and the subject turned to the local pillhead population and their tendencies of ripping people off and thievery and all that. We'd all done our share of different things, but we all came out on the other side okay because we weren't a bunch of scandalous junkie thieves... we were stoners that liked to hang out and be goofy. We had our limitations on what we did to get high. If we didn't have the money, we had to do something else... might not have been as "fun," or whatever, but that's what we did... we weren't idiots and we weren't complete fucks. We had friends that sold all their furniture for dope, swindled all kinds of people out of all kinds of money for dope. The conversation made me recall a time when someone really close to me that had a pretty real problem told me that they didn't steal to get high... which... "stealing..." I guess technically, they didn't come right out and downright "steal" the cash... but they did constantly do things like using money given to them for "school stuff" and various other things ("concerts," etc.) for dope, get the credit card from the parents, go shopping for clothes, take the clothes back the next day, get the cash and buy dope... blah blah blah... but no, they weren't a "thief." lol

To this day, they probably don't feel much guilt for the stacks of cash they swindled out of their parents and whomever else to waste on a bunch of crap to try to deal with their problems (empty rationalizing is the key to an empty life)... which just led to not solving the problem, at all, and much more serious problems, later on.

Besides... "stuff" is cooler than "no stuff."

So you slipped, you little cheap bitch?
You run for cover with the she-snitch...
Put your fucking head in the sand...
Been running games since we last met
Soon, you'll be amazed it's your last breath
Don't know what to say,
won't know what to do,
the time's come.
Your fucking head is out of the sand
and guess who's waiting there
for you?

Run away,
run away

Coward.

Vacation #1... feels pretty good so far...

Of course, I'll be busy doing other work and such (so I guess the term "vacation" is rather relative)... but... at least I won't have to spend a week where I really don't want to be, anyway.