Well,
I dont update enough. I know.
I know because I rolled my car the other day, and you guys havent even heard.
It was Saturday.
I was driving to work 6:10 am. Doing about 50 in a 55 because it had snowed the night before and I thought I was going slow enough.
man was I wrong.
I started to kinda drift to the center and so I corrected to the right, only I guess too far because I started to slide on snow and it looked like I was going off the road.
I pulled it out of that and then I was pointing in the exact opposite direction, but the car keeps going down the highway sideways like I hadnt done anything at all. I was still sliding on snow.
Then came a slight bend in the road. I hit the plough line going sideways and the car left the ground, it landed on the top once and then it flipped again back onto the tires and stopped there. Somehow in the whole exchange the drivers side window got smashed. I assume when the roof hit the ground. I unbuckled my seat belt and fumbled with the door handle and couldnt work it. I climbed out of the smashed window. Led Zepplin's Houses of the Holy was on the radio(I only can pick up a crappy classic rock station where I live).
I had a few minor cuts on my hands from the drivers side window breaking and my neck hurt like I was on rollercoasters all day but otherwise I seemed ok.
hows that for news?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Delirium of Disorder
Delirium of Disorder
Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains,
Resolving itself into works.
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written,
The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde.
Delirium
Delirium
of disorder
Yeah! I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea
Without direction or a reason to exist.
The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain
Is persuading me, contritely, to persist.
Delirium of disorder
Delirium of Disorder
Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains,
Resolving itself into works.
Chaos is the score upon which reality is written,
The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde.
Delirium
Delirium
of disorder
Yeah! I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea
Without direction or a reason to exist.
The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain
Is persuading me, contritely, to persist.
Delirium of disorder
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