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Bug.

I stepped down as president of Antarctica.

About Me

I can't lift you up because my mind is tired,
It's family beaches that I desire,
That sacred night where we watched the fireworks,
They frightened the babies, and you know
They've got two flashing eyes..
And if they are color blind, they make me feel
That you're only what I see sometimes .
Me.
My goal is just to let it flow through me. Do you know what I mean? It's like there's all these emotions and ideas and they come quick and they change and they leave and they come back in a different form and I think we're all taught we should be constant, you know? You love someone - that's it, forever. You choose to do something with your life - that's it, forever. That's what you do. It's a sign of maturity to stick with that and see things through. And my feeling is that's how you die: you stop listening to what's true and what's true is constantly changing, you know?
I don't like talking about my job.
I eat a lot.
TRUTH: I'm terrified of 2012 AD.
TRUTH: An ongoing goal in my life is to bewilder my prefrontal cortex, flabbergast my auditory cortex, impress my hippocampus, and galvanize my amygada, insula, and nucleus accumbens.
Concurrently, constantly.
Blogs.
rockyy raccoonnn

My Interests

Faith, you're driving me away,
You do it everyday,
You don't mean it but it hurts like hell.
My brain says I'm recieving pain,
A lack of oxygen from my life support,
My iron lung.

We're too young to fall asleep,
Too cynical to speak;
We are losing it, can't you tell?

I'd like to meet:

You.
Who would I like to meet? Validation.

My shenanigans are being tolerated and my legs have a play date. S'all good in the hood.

ï ð C ï ð
We are the coolest mother fuckers on the planet,
The sky is fallin', aint no need to panic.

Upcoming Showz.
Cold War Kids - September 26 (Great American Music Hall, SF)

I accept chaos. I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

JON IS NUMBER SIX ON MY TOP EIGHT. THERE, HAPPY?!

Music:

Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Television:


Books:

"... And it slowly dawned on me that something was afoot. “What in the name of Andrew W.K. is going on?” I asked aloud while sorting my freshly cleaned garments. Why were my socks suddenly disappearing like Chinese Panda bears? What had changed?The answer: Mr. Smokey."

Authors
Chuck Klosterman
Chuck Palahniuk
Douglas Adams

Heroes:



My Blog

For my birthday Trent got me a Dylan Thomas poem book.

Let it be known that little live but lies, Love-lies, and god-lies, and lies-to-please, Let children know, and old men at their gates, That this is lies that moans departures, And that is lies that, a...
Posted by Bug. on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 02:39:00 PST

If God takes life hes an indian giver.

Choose a topic and write. Choose a topic and write. Choose a topic and write. Choose a topic adn write. Choose ad tropic and write . Choose and topic adn write . Chose a topic and write. Choose and to...
Posted by Bug. on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 03:37:00 PST

We can’t get past the ’how are you’s.

I used to think that thinking absolutely nothing, having your mind completely cleared and just being in the moment was impossible. I recently experienced this while looking into the eyes of someone I ...
Posted by Bug. on Sat, 24 May 2008 02:55:00 PST

Yorkes not the only one.

This started out as me making a to do list today while in class, it turned into some mock version of Thom Yorke's drunken banter known as 'Fitter Happier'.Make a budget.Start passport proces...
Posted by Bug. on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 02:31:00 PST

Bane: (n) Fatal injury or ruin Hath some fond lover ticd thee to thy bane? (George Herbert).

I need sleep. I need love. I need fun. I need girls. I need sun. I need hope. I need help. I need.. dope.I need her. I need it. I can't run. I can't sit. I got pain. I got bane. I got.. pain.Hopesick....
Posted by Bug. on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 01:38:00 PST

6. Dear MySpace, I think I love you.

I still haven't made my mind up about this whole MySpace thing. I've been on here for about 4 years now, and I'm hopelessly addicted, but I'm just not sure if I like it yet. It's either the best thing...
Posted by Bug. on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 04:37:00 PST

5. Random Thoughts on October 8, 2006.

     As I sit here at the computer trying to write probably the most obvious yet difficult essay I have ever written, I look at my surroundings. I look at the freezer sized bag of ...
Posted by Bug. on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 10:42:00 PST

4. Nothing.

Nobody likes nothing.I certainly wish with all my heart that it did not exist;But wishing is not enough.We live in the real world where nothing does exist.We cannot just disinvent it.Nothing, however ...
Posted by Bug. on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 04:09:00 PST

2. Killing myself to live.

Points of interest for this entry (in no particular order):.Guns control the world..Bar chat..Skydiving/pilots license..The fascination of death..My excessive use of these things: ***. I went to the m...
Posted by Bug. on Sat, 21 Jan 2006 12:04:00 PST

1. Well I'm in a shitty mood...

... and Chuck Klosterman is entirely to blame.Mr. K has gotten inside my head,and basically has helped me arrive at the conclusion that life wouldrock (for about 16-21 minutes) if I were to become a C...
Posted by Bug. on Sat, 31 Dec 2005 08:01:00 PST