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Shedding old skin for new, now-a-days. With a little hope and foresight, I'm working on burning barriers that have been static for too long. I've recently found a renewed love for literature, music, and art. As cliche as it may sound, lately, I'm choosing to live.

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Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 19:51:00 GMT

IT'S ABOUT TIME FOR A MOTHER FUCKIN REVOLUTION!

Surveillance at concert makes drug dealers sing By JOSH MARTIN Sometimes a product demonstration can become a working reality. For law enforcement officials who attended the Wakarusa Music Festival in...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 16:20:00 GMT

March 4, 2006

I woke up this morning with the sort of hangover that won't let you sleep in.  After this I took Buju to make potty.  Outside I watched the dog pee on some leaves in the middle of the yard.&...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 06:53:00 GMT

WALK

As I walk to work, I see the meek faces race by in their metal capsules, whipping by my motion as if to leave me dusty.  Their movement, acceleration, speed bends and folds time as to mock my lat...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 22:22:00 GMT

COURTROOM DRAMA

Yesterday, under the guise of an elderly woman, I walked into a corroding courtroom.  Littered with the desolate, molding filth of an enlightenment era butt plug, this courtroom had the stench of...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Dec 2005 23:08:00 GMT

a world of shit...

"If you don't aim, you might not miss."  This was the best advice I got from my father.  His insides rotted as a middle aged man.  He would vomit for hours on end until my mother was as...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 00:18:00 GMT

ummm...poetry for idiots

i was walking in the footsteps you left for someone else to stumble upon. i tracked you by the scent you left for another to remember. to hear your name is to pierce the end of my cock with razor bl...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 00:27:00 GMT

Butt smell shit cock!

Ass butt cum-quat Sauce rich nipple soup Cobble butt dick snap? Shinny slap butt wipe Ass bubble church gathering Simple ham dimple shoots Shootsey puss ham switch Hamster fart toad ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 16:50:00 GMT

Old poetry

Just as the world seemed stable, the trees infinite angles seemed intricate enough in the foreground of a full moon, the clouds seemed far and few enough between; everything came collapsing all at on...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 15:08:00 GMT

I thought this was kind of funny because I no longer live in Evansville

Evansville is an island with no shore.  There are no seagulls searing through the air twenty feet above our heads here.  Our feet do not sink into archaic sands born from the erosion o...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 14:36:00 GMT