“ Your mixed up moods… and attitudes… won’t work. I’m done with this type of love we do. Do you hear me? All you do is confuse, and hurt. So I pass your house for one last time, and drive, yeah.
— Drive by Pepper
Augie; lover of lyrics, melancholy musings,
and laughter
Augment Reality archive 
Mon, May 21. 2012
Sun, May 20. 2012
Billy Murray, Ladies Man.
Wed, May 16. 2012
Anonymous asked: Lol half of your followers are on tumblrdatinggame(.)com
And now I know why only half of them show up when I try to see who is following me! Thanks for letting me know what an internet failure I am.
“ Life is short, so make sure to tell somebody you love them today. But when you do, yell it in German, because life is also frightening and foreign.
— Leslie Veltman
Tue, May 15. 2012
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I once was a kid; all I had was a dream: mo’ money, mo problems; when I get it I’ma pile it up. Now I’m dope Wonderbread, we can toast. So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us. I once was a kid, with the other little kids, now I’m rippin’ up shows and them fans goin’ wild with us.
Tell mommy I’m sorry, this life is a party. I’m never growing up.
— Opposite of Adults by Chiddy BangIf History Repeats Itself, Then We’re All Doomed to Existence as Neanderthals
Snaking through our lives with uncanny grace, lie the traces of the ruins of the former human race. What is risen is just a mirror of the fallen and forgotten; the freshest fruit we have is but a manifestation of the rotten. We see see these cyclic patterns and we think we have it understood. Yet, the clash between expectation and reality proves it really is no good. We truly live in chaos, though the chaos is refined. We catch the taunting whiff of fractals that go beyond the capacity of our mind.
We keep grasping at straws for a sip of the fractals we know. And yet, we never realize that it is we who make it so. The image is never complete; the chaos is inherent. Human nature is sporadic, it is historically apparent.
And so we hang our weary heads and we try to set the record straight. Silly fools are we, not to see the circular topology of a 48. As it spins and spirals on, playing its recorded song… We are deceived by human stupidity forever more: trapped as bugs in amber by tautology’s encore.
“ So here I am… Growing older all the time. Looking older all the time, feeling younger in my mind.
— Superman by Goldfinger
Tue, May 8. 2012
Brace yourself for Impact, it isn’t just a font. The mechanism’s turning and the outcome’s looking gaunt. The future floats before us in a transitory haunt.
I keep on letting out the anchor, trying to stay at rest. But the boat is moving forward, despite my very best. Some of you are shipwrecked, and I wish that I could stay. But our days together, are ending, I’m afraid.
Ready all the weapons, the offensive is drawing near. I can see your loins are girded, your depart is all but here. The future seems a foe, but its motives never clear.
And though I’m safely destined, I’m not sure what I wish. Sometimes I find it hardest, not to be remiss.
Mon, May 7. 2012
“ Cool blue reason wraps around your throat. The minutes change like seasons; only 8 more hours to go. Only 8 more hours to go. Only 8 more hours, to go.
— Cool Blue Reason by Cake
Sun, May 6. 2012
