December 2009
2010 resolutions:
synecdoche:
get my driver’s license
or don’t get my driver’s license, whatever
COULD YOU PLEASE PUT ON SOME GOOD PUSSY-MUNCHIN’ MUSIC?
– Jobie Voshell
san francisco falling down, caught in the middle, the buildings argue (over tea) the talk turns to newlyweds as apples are shaken loose from the last standing tree fireworks burn they sky, as we walk home, late at night; angels fall around our feet and we must step over their gentle limbs in order to make it down the street
untitled & without a date.
FORMSPRING
jobie:
Dude, does your body feel gooey like the inside of a marshmella da you had just be’ holdin ova David Kitts’ fire mothafucka? CAUSE MINE DOES, BABY BOY BLUE, MINE FUCKIN DOES! Oh lord, I’ve lost my disco stick.
Fuck yeah dude, fyah! I am smokin on that dro with Alice! I just moved to the town of vote! Because I just voted! And gabba gabba goo… BEEP BEEP BEEP.
FORMSPRING ME!
This is...
I know it’s the blood in her dress
That will keep the lions happy
While...
– Trophy Scars
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all...
– The Great Gatsby (via jobie)
Fate is an elegant, cold hearted whore.