Wednesday, January 11, 2012

my new friends

my days have been going by really fast
yes, no job still
but i really dont need one
want one
been a tad bit slum lordin it
a tad homeless-ee bout it

after a whole day
i wonder what i did with that day
there is a lot on one
a lot on the other

i finally received my holiday package
from mother and father
i love getting packages from ma and pa
my mother sends them
(too hard for father)
since she knows the mail lady
(next door neighbor)
she does this

lucklee she uses 1000 stamps
and lucklee that neighbor of hers
doesnt stamp everyone
my roomate pointed out that
i can use every stamp on here
i already used three
lovin the system mother

other than that
i have been building benches
and desks
in my ghar-aagge
and if u stain anything
walnut stain that is
it looks amazinggg
and some poly after
and it looks tackee,
but keeps the moist secretions of ur mugs out

it may look like a desk
but it is a bench
for tall people
or for my tall desk

maybe if i fix my whole house in the future
it will all be made for 6' and taller people
sorry midges

on that bench i sit and sit
and take a ruler day and day in
and draw straight shit after straight shit
i do enjoy
and chain smoke after chain smoke
i get some stuff done

this is my newest one

not complete yet but

and when i dont play massive amounts of xbox
with sean my roomate
i sit in the corner and chat with my friend

dont worry
its only a puppet?
im not sure what street character this feller is
i am starting to get back into ventriloquism
when i was in 7th or 8th grade
i got a ventriloquist dummy
for christmas
and it was bad ass
i practiced and practiced
it came with a big book
on "how to"
to bad i lost "ivan"
in my many moves here in missoula

my new friend will do for now
i think i am going to save up for a new dummy
or not dummy
thats mean
a new friend to talk to


  1. You might already know this, but after your first coat of poly, sand it down with 320 grit paper, another coat of poly, another 320 sanding and a final coat. smooth like silk, son.

  2. Damn, it's no wonder the USPS is in trouble. This is on you sparkered. When the p.o. goes under, anarchy is sure to follow. Good thing you have guns.