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WOW Its been quite.awhile since I last blogged. I haven't even blogged since I got back to minnesota!! Weird that's like IIIII over five months man! And what's even stranger? I'm already done with it! Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 13:02:00 GMT |
who’s a hobo?!?!?! ....me. |
Hello, fellows.
Since i haven't anything to do at this particular moment, i will attempt to quench your desire for information regarding my life, and the goings-on hereabouts in the state of Washingto... Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 11:45:00 GMT |
This Massacre |
I am not entirely sure of what just happened. The wreckage around me screams of the occurence's validity, and the carnage seeps into my mind, poisoning my thoughts. Before today, I had only heard... Posted by on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 16:02:00 GMT |
another night, another nightmare. |
i fell asleep early tonight (10:30-11:00), to try and catch up on some sleep i've been losing. and the following is what i can recollect from a nightmare i just woke up from. *ahem.*
Me and thi... Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:32:00 GMT |
Over-contemplative |
Over-contemplative
Tomy Nali
A box. A small, awkwardly-shaped package on my front doorstep. Brown-paper wrappedUPS standard. I wouldn't have no... Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 15:34:00 GMT |
i'm beginning to get sick of dreams. |
dreams.they act like they show me things.and who knows...? they might.but i can never freakin' figure them out.I don't remember a lot of what happened in my dream last night.i remember being at my fri... Posted by on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 10:52:00 GMT |
The Precarious, Peculiar Mr. Koalabala (10) |
10 Mr. Koalabala, Tribo, and Ber followed Menkia into her one-room abode. It was very spacious, round room. It was also very plain, other than the techni-colored beads hanging from the ceiling i... Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 15:25:00 GMT |
The Precarious, Peculiar Mr. Koalabala (9) |
9The tiny creatures began to run around again. This time, they seemed much more organized. The green-colored woman's palms were waving wildly, seemingly directing the things. One by one, each would li... Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 11:05:00 GMT |
an unusual morning. (A Completely True Story.) |
I awake at approximately one-thirty. Not by my own will, mind you. My mother is screaming at me. I think she wants me dead. My mind is spinning, I can't understand the majority of her words. She tells... Posted by on Fri, 06 Jul 2007 17:39:00 GMT |
fake people. |
Here's my humble little opinion on "fake" people--they don't exist.The way I see it, there's absolutely no such thing as a fake person- excluding the obvious holograms and robots.To put things in pers... Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 17:17:00 GMT |