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Ted Theodore Logan

...on a brown velvet pillow, just gazing like a fucker.

About Me

Wide to receive almost anything.

My Interests

Office supplies.

I'd like to meet:

Time bandits.

Music:

CC, pick up that guitar and talk to me.

Movies:

What in the hell is diversity?

Television:

Rap videos.

Books:

"Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and the glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained or understood....'We don't live in the real world anymore,' she said. 'We live in a world of symbols.'"

Heroes:

The openly flawed.

My Blog

extreme home makeover

so, i have this great apartment. i moved here in may and took pictures when i got the keys - i finally took some new ones and made a photo set with some before-and-after pictures. it's hereit's still ...
Posted by Ted Theodore Logan on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 08:47:00 PST

the other one you don't know, but you don't want to.

they must do something for you. your secret life of whispered comments, electronic glances, text messages that reflect from some space satellite and nestle safely in closed envelopes. i feel like i ke...
Posted by Ted Theodore Logan on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 08:53:00 PST

if only one or the other of us would drop down dead.

so here we are on this vast sheet of ice, alone and together, with clean empty years ahead of us. our bags are full of the means that delivered us here - picks, ropes, blades we used to destroy the fu...
Posted by Ted Theodore Logan on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 11:06:00 PST

i have dreamed and enjoyed the view.

as soon as i close my eyes i can be there, faster than a heartbeat and much more reliable.it could be antarctica, white and flat forever, as far as i could ever see. sitting next to a retired train tr...
Posted by Ted Theodore Logan on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 10:12:00 PST

and you almost can touch them from here

lines around everything, from the windows to the walls. a city full of strangers to you all packed in a few hundred square feet of no room, sweating to the oldies and bonding over mid-80s birth. there...
Posted by Ted Theodore Logan on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:25:00 PST

diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my grill.

dozens of pages, searched, scoured, nothing. windows open to a black hole while al green sings i'm so tired of being alone, i'm so tired of on my own. i'm starting to give in to the possibility that i...
Posted by Ted Theodore Logan on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 11:08:00 PST

she appears composed, so she is, i suppose.

walking through the halls of an empty house. the only sounds besides my own footsteps are the padding of dog feet on the concrete floors, always behind me, and the humming echo of a second life. it's ...
Posted by Ted Theodore Logan on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 11:20:00 PST