-Now thats what I call tragic. VOL 3.
i’ve never felt as ridiculous as i have standing in a darkened room, recording myself talking into a camera, trying to make my voice sound like the movie trailer guy, for an audio track to be amplified and played for a parade in a small town in Oregon. is this how careers begin…or how they end?
especially my arches.
fat people should not run 3 miles, unless it’s running away from an erupting volcano. my body hurts.
Charismatic lady: Do you go to chapel?
Me: No, I go over to Lebanon First.
Charismatic lady: Oh Baptist?
Charismatic lady: Ya...yesterday God told me that the kids here at school just need more of his word.
Me: Oh yeah?
Charismatic lady: Ya, this boy came up to me, and just kept saying, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry." and God told me that he was hungry for the Word of God.
Charismatic lady: I'll be quiet...it was just overwhelming.
Me: No, no, the Bible is important....he also could have just needed a snack.
i won't be found →
-track by Tallest Man on Earth (Dylan much)