Paradise Found

the problem with paradise is that it never lasts. imagine your partner doing naughty things to you while your lower half is submerged underwater. sooner or later, he will have to come up for air. all good things end. -- my friend, on a bike

Uncle Eddie

my uncle ed has a lotus museum in Salt Lake City. He's eccentric and he's awesome and he had polio as a child, hence the small right arm. he moved to brazil when he was in his late 20's and married a gorgeous brazillian woman. she's a professor of anthropology or a doctor or something like that. they had 2 kids after they moved back to the u.s. he's really cool and he takes care of my ailing grandmother who is totally crazy, which is even better. its funny how he has only one good arm/leg and yet he collects/drives/races exotic and foreign cars. he's awesome. he also collects money.

Vintage photos rock!

Remember Bob's Big Boy? We used to go and enjoy their burgers every so often as kids. I used to have a Bob's Big Boy bank to keep my money in.

Ahh the sweet halloween costumes of yesteryear. I think being a pirate should regain it's popularity.

Vintage photos are fun. So Nostalgic.

Miss Steel Pier circa 1960

Check out this sweet guitar playing monkey!

these are the colors your walls are in your room, baby.

Reader Meet Author

You don’t know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldn’t dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you all lie side by side

Reader, meet author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defense
He says no-one ever sees me when I cry

You don’t know a thing about their lives
Books don’t save them, books aren’t stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
You’d be the first away, because you’re that type
And the year 2000 won’t change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
You’ll swear it was never there

Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life?
So safely with your software, miles from the front line
You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies

Dress Up In You

I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band
You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand
Cos you've got a beautiful faith
It will take you places

You kept running
You've got money, you've got fame
Every morning I see your picture from the train
Now you're an actress!
So says your résumé
You're made of card
You couldn't act your way out of a paper bag

You got lucky, you ain't talking to me now
Little Miss Plucky
Pluck your eyebrows for the crowd
Get on the airplane
You give me stomach pain
I wish that you were here
We would have had a lot to talk about

We had a deal there
We nearly signed it with our blood…
An understanding
I thought that you would keep your word
I'm disappointed
I'm aggravated
It's a fault I have, I know
When things don't go my way I have to

Blow up in the face of my rivals
I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised by the language
They act so discreet, they are hypocrites so fuck them too!

I always loved you
You always had a lot of style
I'd hate to see you on the pile
Of ‘nearly-made-it' s
You've got the essence, dear
If I could have a second skin
I'd probably dress up in you

You're a star now, I am fixing people's nails
I'm knitting jumpers, I'm working after hours
I've got a boyfriend, I've got a feeling that he's seeing someone else
He always had a thing for you as well

Blow in the face of my rivals
I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised by the language
They act so discreet, they are hypocrites forget them
So fuck them too