The First Dream of the Rest of my Life. |
The strange thing is that I have never spoken to her before. Have no idea that she even has my phone number much less any interest in hanging out with me. Come to think of it just the fact that she kn... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 02:08:00 PST |
Growing Up and Growing Down |
I found it next to impossible to prevent myself from divulging the details of my self destruction while sitting next to her on the porch upon which she had sat her entire childhood. She spun yarns, to... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 04:32:00 PST |
The Tortoise Always Smiles (an apologue in three parts) |
The Tortoise Always SmilesI had a friend once who said that age dictates progress. He wasn't very good at appropriate explanations though, instead he said, "Glad to see you aren't in jail, I thought y... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 11:52:00 PST |
You Won't Get It. (a touching tale on the origins of division) |
The streets here are not paved with gold. Rather they are pot holed by lopsided defeats and empty victories. Abandonment and decay shrouds the horizon. Broken picture frames scattered on front lawns w... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 03:07:00 PST |
Fuzzy Logic and Shower Drips |
I was in the shower yesterday. It was different than the last seven hundred or so I have taken. For one, there was enough water pressure so I didn't have to wash each body part separately; I spent an ... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Thu, 31 May 2007 02:21:00 PST |
A Wolf in Sheeps Clothing |
By: #2007011234Part One: The Bait, The Trap, The BullpenI had always romanticized jail the same way I romanticized the old west and crab fishing. They all seem to carry with them respect in an excitin... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Thu, 10 May 2007 01:44:00 PST |
Wreckage (A Sewer with a View) |
wreck"age [rékij]n 1. remains after destruction: the broken pieces left after something has been extremely badly damaged or destroyed 2. process of wrecking: the ruin or destruction of something (f... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Thu, 10 May 2007 01:06:00 PST |
Carleton Has More Muscles Than Me... |
There is nothing like drinking when you shouldnt, eating when you're buttons are screaming and watching the fresh prince of bel aire when you should have been sleeping hours ago.Its really a moment in... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 02:13:00 PST |
Soothsayers Unite! |
I saw it all in a dream...Guilliani "08" He Will catch Osama. My bet is that Bin Laden has been on retainer for the past couple years. All part of the master plan. (They still have control)The world w... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 04:02:00 PST |
A Letter To Bob Marley |
"Time alone, time will tell,Think you're in heaven but yourLiving in hell" -B.M.I have never met you. You do not know me; this is not one of those fan letters where I describe my undying love and admi... Posted by I Hate MySpace (and yours) on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 11:01:00 PST |