I Am The Walrus

The suckers lose themselves in the games they used to play, and in the mean time i thought i'd let you in on a game i like to play (as a sucker). This is an amazing game and i share it with you. Its adapted from a game they play on "who's line is it anyway" but heres the deal:

The goal is to insert as many lines from songs you know into regular conversation with out getting caught. so obviously "dont stop believing" is probably not a good line or "i am the walrus" is not a good line either. i tend to go for more obscure lines, but i do try and find slip ones in that people will notice from time to time, but its all about setting up the line with a good sentence or two so that it goes undetected. like for instance somebody once told me the world is gonna rule me, i aint the sharpest tool in the shed (surprisingly this is an easy one to get away with). Yes you will get caught but the day you stare somebody in the face and say: Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you, by now you should have some how realized what you got to do... and they dont catch your wonderwall reference and just respond to you normally, THAT DAY my friend is a day you enjoy, almost guranteed.

do it.

you know you want to.

(also if the game ever begins to bore you, try using slogans, "save money, live better" etc.)

The Toilet & The Brain

I'm convinced that many of the worlds most novel ideas were thought up on the toilet. Sometimes i feel as if the human body was designed to get rid of its waste in a way that would make you stop and ponder life. and if you do not stop and ponder life while you are in the process of removing your excess, you should. i actually have fond memories of nice smelling bathrooms with plenty of space, room for me to think.

so next time you're on the john, put down the book, ponder your existence instead.

All About Relationships

I greatly dislike blogs for a simple fact. my life is all about relationships, so what am I going to write about on here? things that relate to people i know. mostly indirectly, but i find writing/music to be a soul scrubber, something that helps me get the weight of the world off my chest. its a good release, good venting mechanism. plus its nice to hear what others have to say on the matters at hand that i find to be most pressing and also that need venting.

so why do i dislike blogs because my life is all about relationships? i can't seem to actually write what i want to write.

I'm not the snotty nosed high schooler who smothered his xanga full of hatred and such. back then i didnt care enough.

today i am different for many reasons.

End.

Photos

I have nothing to say today.

Here is what i do with a camera: http://urbanpulse.myfotojournal.com/