grow, growing. Old.

You shouldn't get yourself wasted.
It'll be nothing but an ugly sight.
And if I do see you at the sidewalk (again), I'd probably sick all over. Only because..
Th sight of you, and how bad you smell disgust me.


Kids these days just want to grow up fast. Take a pill, "chill". Everyone calls it ride.
So ride slow and go easy on your youth.
You don't want to get yourself all bumped up and bloodied.


Maybe, one day we'll wake up and remain as young innocent children forever.
Here's something for you, "shake away every ounce of hatred and selfishness you're hiding up your sleeves."

let's get sticky.

There is a kind of childish glee in
walking into a store and getting
immaturely excited
by rows and rows of stickers.

I walked away with three strips.

My childhood sticker collection was organized according to categories.
The "scratch n' sniff" ones and
the furry felt ones
were my prized possessions.
I would count the number of stickers I had obsessively.
It's a pity that didn't help my mathematics.

I got sticky :)

we were great artist.

WE'RE OUT OF PAINT, SO...
Let's paint a picture with our food.
For red we'll squeeze these cherries.
For purple let's splash grape juice on.
For blue we'll use blueberries.
For black just use some licorice.
For brown pour on some gravy.
For yellow you can dip your brush
In the egg yolk you just gave me.
We'll sign our names in applesauce
And title it "Our Luncheon,"
And hang it up for everyone
To stop...and see...and munch on.

for the _________ times,

I don't feel so alive.
















Perhaps. Superheroes don't quite exist.

sideboobz on the street

I'd like to tackle a topic that'd been popping up (or, wait, would that be out?) a lot lately: Side boob and the general showing of it in public places.


Here are some recent sightings.




I'm a fan of over-sized tank tops and slouchy teez.
So.. What can I say? I'm totally into th idea of sideboobz.

What's your stand?