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About Me

You have to keep clicking home to refresh yourself. a deep tissue ego massage. I start believing my own profile and befriending strangers to never contact them. I walk by them on the street oblivious to our spacial friendship. we spend hours grazing through shiny people shells. Our ideas of us are taking over. The desire to be famous and well liked someday. The future. This isn't me it's a picture and some words. It's hard enough being real in a real world without all this imagionary pressure to fit yourself into a sign or a group or a category. It's more important to eat dirt or caress skin or break bones than to sit here and imagine someone is reading this, thinking of me. People don't even enjoy peeing anymore. We just wonder what we are going to do in the next future. then we die forever. so I try to run and laugh and scream and experience. I want to be a glutton of my time and space.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

you know what I mean?

My Blog

Twister Bus to OK City

Gave up hitching in Waco after getting a ride from the owner of Harts and Crafts (some small store in Waco) a girl whose married to the guy who fucked up A Scanner Darkly in Photoshop but it was allr...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:25:00 GMT

Clay is dead.

"Clay got hit by a car on Saturday night. We found his body on Sunday afternoon.It was raining really heavily all night, and me and matt were in his caravan,watching a film. Miriam came up to the doo...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 19:05:00 GMT

Cocks vs. Cunts

This was my Penis Monologue for the Penis Monologues at Live Theater Workshop.Women are so sexist. I mean, It dont matter if youre a baby or like 88 years old; if youre a woman youre sexist. Look,...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Mar 2009 14:17:00 GMT

Something something something

Last night I had the dream where I stole an airplane and flew it kinda poorly over Tucson Arizona.  I flew between the power lines and the cars amazed that the cops didn't care.  And when I was a kid ...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 01:52:00 GMT

why Jesus is so popular

Good morning reset button. Bees crawl on me in the sunshine but I dont care. They tickle like flys and wont hurt me even if they sting. Which they wont.It smells like the world for once today. There...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 21:40:00 GMT

i don't love you anymore. please cry.

we dont understand us, and we dont ever expect to. or anyone. but we still love us when we are around, our energy is contagious. we laugh and smile and cry and we want to drink cheap wine at expensive...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 02:33:00 GMT

how to play with your poop

Not much of a story really. Its just - this guy was really weird. Hes the guy that ran though the town naked after he escaped the whatever. The Looney bin. Not really an insane asylum. One of those ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 20:11:00 GMT

an apology for isn't what were doing so cool.

just found out i'm not a real person and i can't believe it went on so long unoticed.  All these genuine interactions I thought were happening, and none of them real.   My voice is an aud...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 15:16:00 GMT

some old lollypop letter

Dear Firecracker,> Sun pours in the windows now. It's Sunday and> when I think about you I> think I feel so much of my insides like they are> actually there. So I'd like> to write you a magi...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 06:48:00 GMT

blatently frockable

Said Octovio. The danger and that came in to play stoling glances. Oh cheeky to around the interseeded mine me. Quit the snow. Imp possible the needle magnifyingly zenophobiaed the cookies from th...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 20:20:00 GMT