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About Me

SCROLLBAR TO THE RIGHT OF "PIC" :-) ------------------>Too much. I'm pretty sure I think too much. At least, I think I think too much.Except when I'm drunk. Then I think too little.Enigma."About Me"? It asks, without asking. What an enigma.At my basic and truest nature? A good guy. A very good guy. Mostly. Lovingly sprinkled with with the still iron-clad and cagey trappings of my favorite 7 sins; lust, envy, pride, greed, sloth, gluttony, and wrath. You know, for good measure... and to insure that I am in fact a human being. The way God intended me to be.I try. Which is not to say I try very hard or that I succeed in any degree. But I generally try.I want. Before my needs are met, my wants are. Because I don't know any differently. Scratch that. I know better, but can't seem to curb my own nature so that I DO better. And often I wonder if I am even supposed to.I love. In bizarre ways as well as conventional. I love my moms. I also love flavorful fatty food, winning all games, experimenting with limits, my own and others; boys and men... and words. My own, especially.I write. A lot. And not enough. But it seems to bring sanity and clarity. While still dredging up new questions and further explorations.Lastly. I often wish for quiet, because I always seek for noise. But when quiet moments present themselves, I find myself screaming. As loudly and madly as I can... but only in my head.... then I move it to paper, to blogs, and for a while the noise is contained.I am content.For a moment.And then I scream again.......

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My Blog

.REACH.

.REACH.ReachCause what Im notIs too far for you to reach upAnd for me to reach backSo try.  ReachCause what Im notIs too weak to carry youAnd for me to carry your burden tooAt least till you can car...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 22:06:00 GMT

if i were, would you?

if i were that guy, would you love me or leave me as i lie fight the good fight, for all of my wrong, for all of my right for all of my life?
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 06:29:00 GMT

California Freedom, Home & Proposition 8

California Freedom 'Home & Proposition 8' An essay by: Patrick Allen Agagni     I respect every person's rights Blame it on my parents, my family, my upbringing, and my home. That h...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 19:50:00 GMT

.Newseek.

     It's rare that I ever want to comment on news pieces. Often I read them, I swirl them around in my head for a bit, come to my own conclusions and then shut the door. Waiting ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 01:20:00 GMT

.twin earth.

Apparently, astronomists strongly believe they are on the verge of finally discovering "twin earths"; even within our own galaxy. A theory that had long been considered probable, but soon will have pr...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 10:22:00 GMT

.Alaska.

.Chapter 1. "Mama Birds, Queen Bees... and Raija" The great irony of this life is that some people stand still and whatever it is they are looking for finds them and they didn't even have to try... me...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 02:44:00 GMT

22 (Masturbating in Public)

  22. It states plainly. A number small. Minute, really. Or huge. Possibly. Though, that would depend greatly on the context with which the number is applied. To sexual partners? Muffins, donuts,...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 20:56:00 GMT

.how to fly.

  Sparrow, oh it's me, a fair ol' chap asking, as I've been asking, how to fly... why oh why, nigh to nigh with care and ease, could I do as I please? could i soar, disappear, be gone, as t...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 23:36:00 GMT

.simplicity.

Why can't things just be simple again? Black and white. Instead of these vivid and colorful shades of grey. Change. The soul hiding like a scared and weeping child in the darkened chamb...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:20:00 GMT

.letters to jenny.

Venice Beach.   The year was 2001. Jenny, one of the few childhood friends I had that came with me into adulthood, was leaving California for a wild summer abroad in Europe. For ages she h...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 00:51:00 GMT