"Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate: And, whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate."
I rarely have anything important or interesting to say, but if I do, you can usually count on me to say it in a fairly entertaining way. For the most part, I will use this blog because it seems like a fun thing to play with. Like the rest of my phases, this will likely burn out quickly. Instead of a blaze of glory, however, it will simply smolder until someone steps on it like an irritating fire just begging to be extinguished.
Metaphors are for assholes.
"I'll publish right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song." - Lord Byron
E-mail me: bergen.anthony@gmail.com
I also write about Dead Presidents
I rarely have anything important or interesting to say, but if I do, you can usually count on me to say it in a fairly entertaining way. For the most part, I will use this blog because it seems like a fun thing to play with. Like the rest of my phases, this will likely burn out quickly. Instead of a blaze of glory, however, it will simply smolder until someone steps on it like an irritating fire just begging to be extinguished.
Metaphors are for assholes.
"I'll publish right or wrong: Fools are my theme, let satire be my song." - Lord Byron
E-mail me: bergen.anthony@gmail.com
I also write about Dead Presidents
It was thirteen years ago today (13 years!) that 2Pac passed away. I’m still bummed. This is Tupac Day…nothing else is allowed to play on my iTunes. We’d be better off with you around today, Pac.
