Tuesday, July 26, 2005

 

07.27.05

Once, when I was very little, I received a paper-cut from opening a cardboard box.

The only option at the moment to quickly stop the bleeding was to suck the blood until it ceased to siphon out of the tiny visceration applied to my finger.

Blood taste yucky.

That's my manly "scar" story.

You only wish you were this bad.

Docking out...
-Ryan : ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baaaad

Ryan posted this at 11:09 PM.

Friday, July 01, 2005

 

07.01.05

You ever think about how we're all like puzzle pieces that mesh and fit well with only a certain number of pieces that, in turn, also mesh and fit well with other pieces and that together, we all make up a picture that is world, representing a diverse collection of colors, statements and personalities?

Yeah, me neither.

Docking out...
-Ryan : "this ruined puzzle is beige from the pieces all face down"

Ryan posted this at 11:51 AM.