Never was much of a romantic I could never take the intimacy And I know it did damage 'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me I guess you knew another vantage 'Cause you could blame me for everything And I don't know how I'ma manage If one day you just up and leave |
After never seeing the same reflection twice after a nights sleep - nights that I was lucky enough to sleep - I decided to document this ongoing phenomenon. Daily, my Bedhead takes on a unique style of it's own - unlike my anti-morning-person appearance. I present Bed Head in Exhibition: Truly proof of the infinite probability principles proposed in quantum theory.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Never was much of a romantic....
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
When Everyone You Meet, They All Seem to Be Asleep
And it's hard to want to stay awake
When everyone you meet, they all seem to be asleep
And you wonder if you're missing a dream
You can't see a dream
You can't see a dream.
You just can't see a dream.
A dream
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too...
Say Anything:
"If I die and go to hell real soon,
it will appear to me as this room.
And for eternity I'd lay in bed
in my boxers, half stoned,
with the pillow under my head.
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At this rate,
I'll be heading for electric chairs.
I'm only human with my cross to bear.
When she described her underwear
I forgot all the rules my rabbi taught me in the old schul.
You're too young to be this empty girl
I'll prepare you for a sick dark world
Know that you'll be my downfall.
But I call and I call and I call.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
I laughed myself to sleep..."
(not quite)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Is This The Real Life...?
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
Open you eyes, Look up to the skies and seeee
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me
To me....
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Don't Stop Me Now
I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode
I'm burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic woman out of you
Don't stop me don't stop me don't stop me
Hey hey hey!
Don't stop me don't stop me
Ooh ooh ooh (I like it)
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
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