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¿Dustin?

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About Me



About me:
I do not believe that things happen for a reason.
I do believe that things happen.
I wish they sold salvation on a stick at the 99¢ store.
Every time a crowd of people starts to grow, I feel more and more isolated and the individual members of the group become less intelligent.
It's a scary world outside. I try not to leave the house.
People that are my friends often times wind up hating me. Sometimes they change their minds and decide to love me again.
I enjoy shiny things. Like tinfoil. And fluorescent lighting.
I've got a nagging feeling that there ought to be more.
One time I turned left instead of right. Nothing will ever be the same again.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Devastated, beaten down by life, crying on the inside beings like myself. A girl that I can play "it's you and me against the world" with. A girl with a deeply embedded maternal instinct...and Daisy, I can't wait to meet Daisy.
aim- dyinginabubble
My blogs, and other links:
Testimonials
A postcard from Los Angeles
Short wave radio
My life with prostitutes
I am a fucking idiot
Oki Dog
Being
Hide your children
Angst coloring book
Anton and the fish people
How to kill yourself
Hollywood Underground
Teen angst poetry
How to attract vultures
"Tomorrow will be like today, and the day after tomorrow will be like the day before yesterday," said Apollonius. "I see your remaining days each as quiet, tedious collections of hours. You will not travel anywhere. You will think no new thoughts. You will experience no new passions. Older you will become but not wiser. Stiffer but not more dignified. Childless you are, and childless you shall remain. Of that suppleness you once commanded in your youth, of that strange simplicity which once attracted a few men to you, neither endures, nor shall you recapture any of them any more. People will talk to you and visit with you out of sentiment or pity, not because you have anything to offer them. Have you ever seen an old cornstalk turning brown, dying, but refusing to fall over, upon which stray birds alight now and then, hardly remarking what it is they perch on? That is you. I cannot fathom your place in life's economy. A living thing should either create or destroy according to its capacity and caprice, but you, you do neither. You only live on dreaming of the nice things you would like to have happen to you but which never happen; and you wonder vaguely why the young lives about you which you occasionally chide for a fancied impropriety never listen to you and seem to flee at your approach. When you die you will be buried and forgotton, and that is all. The morticians will enclose you in a worm-proof casket, thus sealing even unto eternity the clay of your uselessness. And for all the good or evil, creation or destruction, that your living might have accomplished, you might just as well have never lived at all. I cannot see the purpose in such a life. I can see in it only vulgar, shocking waste."
Apollonius of Tyana reads your future
From The Circus of Dr. Lao, Charles G. Finney, 1935

If I were into arson I wouldn't set brush fires, I'd burn bridges.

In my dreams I construct rollercoasters in the backyard of my youth.

My Blog

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Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 10:40:00 GMT

A postcard from Los Angeles

I have never heard anyone say they like it in Los Angeles. This is the place to be if you have given up hope. This is the place to go when your eyes gloss over. This is the place to get trapped with n...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Jul 2006 12:58:00 GMT

Short Wave Radio

My mother used to wonder why I would sit on top of the roof every night listening to my short wave radio until the sun came up. I wasn't up there to pass the time. I was listening for something speci...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 09:56:00 GMT

I am a fucking idiot

I sit here and realize that my ass has bedsores from laying down in my apartment for months, because I am too dead inside to have enough energy to leave. In fact, I keep picking off the scabs and a ne...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 21:53:00 GMT

Hide your children

In every other apartment building there lives a man that people simultaneously feel sorry for, and are afraid to get too close to. You probably know the type. In my building, that man is me. I think p...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Apr 2006 11:29:00 GMT

How to attract vultures

Is it possible (or advisible) to do anything to attract turkey vultures to a particular area? I like them and would like to see them on my property more often. Yes, it is not only possible, ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 15:28:00 GMT

I left the house

So, I decided to leave my house at night because I wasn't working for once and I wanted to see if things have changed since a few years ago. I walked into a front yard littered with people; they talke...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 03:06:00 GMT

Angst coloring book

My new angst coloring book is just hitting the shelves. I'm sorry, but it only comes in the blank pages variety. Color your own feelings of despair, disillusionment and chronic dissatisfaction.
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 02:02:00 GMT

My life with prostitues

A guy like me wasn't made for perpetuating the species. In fact, in a more Darwinian world my ancestral line would have ended right here. I am the antithesis of the ladies man. When I see a man pick u...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 06:13:00 GMT

Testimonials

This is what people are saying about me:Blaze Tricoli"my girlfriend saw your myspace after the comment you left and said that your weird and i shouldnt hang out with you. and that you look like a chil...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 18:00:00 GMT