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My Blog

An uphill race

Barabbas, slated to race, was scratched. Pilate, the starter, pulling out his clepsydra or water clock, an operation which wet his hands unless he had merely spit on them -- Pil...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 09:59:00 GMT

Tech metal = -ph to dustin.

thebleedingheartoftheconversationthatbeganwithordinarywordsb utwedefineandverbalize theseawkwardfeelingsandgesturesflyacrossyourfacetheyillustra tewhatwealreadyunderstand emotionsaredemandingwhenthere...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 16:53:00 GMT

Bleh,...

I had an awseomely cold aim conversation again and it makes me wonder how people get that way. For the sake of spilling my guts on the internet id like to take this time for a reflection upon singular...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 18:24:00 GMT

control

.........Bathed in green light, the object of everything nightmarishingly unknowing.
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 23:17:00 GMT

Your

a deafening echo, my long lost friend.
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 02:09:00 GMT

HELL.......YES..........

I have a video game design job..... I was selected out of loads of people 'im not positive on the total count' to join a developement team put together to work on a new campaign for the recently relea...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 15:00:00 GMT

subtraction

On the hill the stuff was laced with KeroseneBut yours was kitchen cleanEveryone stopped to stare at your Technicolor motorhome
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 23:27:00 GMT

Peoples

I think i have a people problem. I wish i could redesign them. Id take out all the bad parts and replace them with coconuts and other unsatisfactory fruits. So that when you bit into them, you would k...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 16:36:00 GMT

This is what happens when you dont trust your pants

WHY DONT YOU TRUST YOUR PANTS????I just realized i was playing with a snapping turtle last night that had thick algae growing on its shell
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 19:36:00 GMT

perfection

sand in my hair, lake whispers over the acoustic hum, the murmering glow of drift wood all but gone, rest
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 02:38:00 GMT