Ed Hackbarth, founder of del taco in 1964, a hero to us all

FOR US THESE ARE THE DAYS

its time

the problem with treasure is old people

snowbirds

they are raping the desert of its bounty

they don't have jobs

they travel in rv's all day and night raping and raping the earth

and selling it all in quartzite

fuckers

wont vote for new taxes

nope

they will bleed us all dry, wont pay taxes, but will let me pay for their social security, which i will never have

old people are the shittiest thing ever

baby boomer are the worst generation of human scum that has ever existed

the most selfish and childish generation to date

no generation has grown up with so much

and done so little

it sould your sol

NO ONE READS BLOGS NO MO'

sometimes i lose my shit

JAKE

these americans- the bird

all that i do or say, is all i ever will be.

MIRACLE MILE

A FLYOVER OF WHERE I WORK A LONG TIME BEFORE MY WORK WAS THERE

hahahah tell me about it

MORE MURDEROUS MUSICIANS

James Beck "Jim" Gordon (born July 14, 1945) is an American recording artist, musician and songwriter. The Grammy Award winner was one of the most requested session drummers in the late 1960s and 1970s, recording albums with many well-known musicians of the time,[1] and was the drummer in the blues-rock supergroup Derek and the Dominos, Little Richard, and Delaney and Bonnie. In 1983, Gordon, at the time an undiagnosed schizophrenic, murdered his mother and was sentenced to sixteen years to life in prison

FROST HAMMER

JOSH DESURE

josh drove. so far

JOHN CARPENTER MUSICAL GENIUS

JIMMY REED

Reed maintained his reputation despite his rampant alcoholism; sometimes his wife had to help him remember the lyrics to his songs while recording. In 1957, Reed developed epilepsy, though the condition was not correctly diagnosed for a long time, as Reed and doctors assumed it was delirium tremens

PAT HARE

Born Auburn Hare, 20 December 1930, Cherry Valley, Arkansas
Died 26 September 1980, St. Paul, Minnesota

"Yes, I'm gonna murder my baby (yeah, I'm tellin' the truth now) 'Cause she don't do nothin' but cheat and lie".

Usual run-of-the-mill blues lyrics, you might be forgiven for thinking. And you'd be quite right... were it not for the fact that guitarist Pat Hare, who wrote and recorded "I'm Gonna Murder My Baby" in May 1954, then took the song's message a step further and killed his girlfriend in mysterious circumstances eight years later.

FEAR

I wake every morning.
with the sun streaming in my windows,
and the city screaming on the roads and sidewalks
but its not these things that get me up

I lay with my eyes tightly closed, fighting the outside world,
as it seeps into my thoughts, flushing my dreams away
and slowly, fear wells up inside me
until I cannot stand to be there anymore.
so I jump out of bed in distress.

fear is what gets me up in the morning

SWIMMIN HOLE

FISH GUTS!

what the kids are talking about in the yard

pretty cool

memory lane.

SPIDER ATTACK

some guy