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Well,
29 is coming like a freight train. Or more accurately, backing up like a garbage
truck as I recycle nostalgi...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Jun 2009 01:25:00 GMT |
an update |
It's been a while since I posted one of these things so here's what's been up as of late:Just bought a new car. Well, the credit union bought it for me. I will be paying them back f...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 04:31:00 GMT |
lost silhouette |
I was floating. Never quite able to fly yet I could jump really high, very slowly. I was unaware anything could go wrong but never convinced that everything could go right. I was un...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 01:01:00 GMT |
shoebox |
This is an old pair of Converse. A permanent necklace. A faded sticker stuck on something it was probably not meant for. This is a way for the past to lift your heart. With my eyes frozen and focused ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 02:32:00 GMT |
old eyes |
once upon a bullet speed time, we both flew through kevlar nights. it was our reality. looking back i would call it reality lite. we painted delusions and hopes into living proof that everything...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 18:46:00 GMT |
moments of light |
ah, the list. such a great method for the lazy man to chronicle the thoughts overpopulating his already flooded head:- 15 people crowded into a shitty kitchen laughing about nothing...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 04:13:00 GMT |
goodbye pluto |
well, it's a sad day in the world of astronomy. apparently, our dear friend and former cosmic neighbor, pluto, has been stripped of it's status as a planet. It's ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Aug 2006 22:21:00 GMT |
the finale |
my newest friend is sick to death from a fear of death.this scares me. not the fear, but the irrationality of what i want to be irrational.the ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 22:40:00 GMT |
attention all guitar players |
please be so kind as to listen to dragonforce. and then shit your pants, cry to your mommy and shoot yourself in the face because you will never, ever play guitar this good.
myspace.com/drag...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 11:36:00 GMT |
how tragic the life rarely disrupted by light |
so often i force that same tired language of hope through my whispering mouth. not loud enough for the rulers to hear, but just loud enough for those growing ears to selectively catch the words for wh...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jun 2006 01:27:00 GMT |
