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"Today young men on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream in which we are the imagination of ourselves...here's Tom with the weather.." --Bill Hicks/Hello there, my name is Trent. I'm almost 20 now and it scares the piss out of me because I've never managed to do anything with my life. I'm out on my own with two real horrorshow roommates and I never seem to get bored anymore... I work at a pizzeria not to far from my house, but I also do odd jobs whenever I can just to build up extra scratch. I don't seem to have any other hobbies besides minimum wage, but I do like to read and occasionally write. Currently I'm trying to get off my ass and learn guitar. It's not working. I decided to take a break from being a starving student and go to school in the spring instead of the fall. the only set back is that I can't call myself a starving student until then, so for now I guess that just makes me a bum.

My Blog

Reply. (another shitty blog)

"I read your latest blog, and I know both parties involved and I know for a fact that your girlfriend lies to you. She is incapable of being "in love". Things are never, ever what they seem with her...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 20:58:00 GMT

A love letter to Jake

Once again I find my self vexed and perplexed at how someone who doesn't know a damn thing about me has created a caricature of the mind and based judgments solely on it. Yes Jake, I'm talking about y...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 03:40:00 GMT

And came forth a great beast.

In the time for the smoke to clear and the clack of a receiver to echo throughout the empty space of my mind. In the clatter of dirty needles and broken bottles. And of the burn of a lovers touch ...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 02:30:00 GMT

My statement.

In light of recent events involving direct and blatant disregard of the BRO CODE, I hereby resign my membership of this close nit "group".Until further notice I refuse to participate in any activitie...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 19:29:00 GMT

Cute poem dude.

here is my rebuttal:Suck my dick.that is all.Instead of being an internet tough guy, take the hour drive to visit her. Word to the wise: talk shit in the real world and you catch a bullet. not everyon...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 21:44:00 GMT

Happy Birthday

Hello there, how have you been? I've had some rough spots, but I'm doing fine. Look at how you've grown. You're so pretty with those big, blue eyes. I miss you so much and I hope where ever you are th...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 21:25:00 GMT

Oh, joy to my twisted little world.

What if a wish, of a whim, of a want. What is the meaning of these feelings i have? Could they be happiness, rapture, or just a chemical imbalance? I find the wildest pride in not being them. I'm so s...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 04:28:00 GMT

is there ever a subject?

Sometimes you just have to glance at the mirror and wonder if you still care for the person reflected. Look into his eyes and see the pleading and sense of hopelessness and loss. You only see i...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 14:03:00 GMT

its only a dream.

I see him. I've avoided him for the last four years. The reason I can't go anywhere with out at least one form of weapon. The yeller, the hitter, the toucher, the addict. I have to admit the almost pr...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 18:24:00 GMT

rough night/morning

Sometimes you have to get up, look in the mirror, take a drag off your cigarette and look yourself in the eye. Can you honestly tell yourself that you're worth a flying fuck?I couldn't. As I lay on t...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 13:46:00 GMT