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Patrick

Idleness is not doing nothing, idleness is the freedom to do anything.

About Me


"We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored."
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Walk with me as I traverse the fine line that lies between reality and ecstasy. There are dream catchers dancing above your head. Every thought, every word that passes through your mind flows right through its intricate web. We are captured, for but a moment, in eternity. Every step forward takes us closer to nowhere. It’s a short trip. Inspiration is on our left, awe is to the right. We are not daunted by subtle revelations and minor epiphanies. We look forward to something greater. We stare into space. We are drifting away. We are never coming back. It’s an ephemeral feeling. And at the end, we are suddenly shaken into a miserable consciousness.
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My Interests

Books:

-The Brothers Karamazov
-Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
-Lolita
-Less Than Zero
-Invisible Monsters
-American Psycho
-House of Leaves
-The Virgin Suicides
-Jude the Obscure
-Siddhartha
-The Road
-Slaughterhouse-Five

Heroes:

My Father

My Blog

Blindside

The sky was washed in a red and purple hue and the setting sun was blotted out by black clouds. I was surrounded by blades of grass that danced in an inconsistent breeze and stretched beyond the horiz...
Posted by Patrick on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 09:33:00 PST

From Me to You

I was going to write something bleak, abysmal and depressing; how everyone is so fucking lonely, how everything is shoddy and destitute, and life is just an ephemeral tragedy that lies between an unwa...
Posted by Patrick on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:33:00 PST

Ethereal

I stand on a precipice overlooking an unnamed sea. An insipid moon rises ominously overhead. Waves lapse across a rocky beach. The water is ethereal, reflecting the final rays of dying stars overhead....
Posted by Patrick on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 02:27:00 PST

Dogma

The qualms that individuals have seem so insignificant in the shadow of an industrial endeavor. A shattered cityscape is proof that the ingenuity of man can be decimated by a single ideal. Humanity is...
Posted by Patrick on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:14:00 PST