The Oak Hill |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KbgbGwlm7w
Posted by on Wed, 31 Dec 2008 15:36:00 GMT |
The deep dark hole |
In the heart of the machine I sat, levers and buttons all around me. My hands flew at the controls and the monstrous machine churned in the dirt. Down we went, this devil machine and I, to the darke...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
Symbiotic Fungal Nightmare |
First Fruiting The pulse came again, a burning strand from somewhere deep in his reptilian brain. UP it said, HIGHER. The street and buildings had faded to gray wraiths of iron colored shadow, t...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 17:08:00 GMT |
ah, Madrid |
It´s my last night in Madrid, and I´m being super lame and staying in and watching movies. All for a good cause though. I scored a viola today and played for hours down in La Plaza Meyor a...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 14:01:00 GMT |
a little homesick |
came across this...I wait for hours, just to get to the gravel part of Spring Creek road (that's the road my parents live on). It's windy and I love to slide around the curves. I only do it at ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 08:38:00 GMT |
indescribable good times |
For just a moment I have a chance to reflect on what has just happened. I have blasted through half a dozen city's and consumed gallons and gallons of been and more bread, cheese and sausa...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 03:08:00 GMT |
no sleep ’till Berlin |
There's little time for witty remarks as my brain moves closer and closer to some strange place. There's a bunch of auzzies watching little miss sunshine and I need food beer and sleep (maybe ev...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 09:06:00 GMT |
Manditory Microchipping |
Spawned from a post by Rogue Pyrotechnician... It's Sci-Fi made very real, which I'm not all together apposed to. I've believed for a long time that the world is an all out Orwellian nig...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 14:26:00 GMT |
Fire in the Dark |
Thick wet cold seeps in through the layers of cotton, wool, leather and fur. Hair hangs limp, dripping large drops with every foot fall. The lights of hearth and home ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 16:19:00 GMT |
Sneaking suspicions |
What does one do when one is suspicious of ones own motives? Leaving a wake behind me as I move through life. Dashed hopes and bitterness all around. Things look less shinny in the replay, those...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 16:18:00 GMT |
