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TRENT 004

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About Me

Abuse, addiction, alcoholism, admonishment, admittance, addiction. Accusations. Apprehensions. Asshole. Abuse. Alcoholism. Admittance. Abundance. Appreciation. A Resolution. A Death. A Solemn revere.

My Interests

I want to fuck life in the ass, then have him ask for seconds.

I'd like to meet:

Psudo intellectuals, addicts, rapist, hookers, hypocrites, and an Amish fellow named Brethren.

Books:

Life is Elsewhere - Milan Kundera; A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving; Timequake - Kurt Vonnegut; Letters from a Stoic- Sennca

My Blog

I believe

     There are so many things I wish to say. But even my education cannot find enough words to supply; the intensity I retain and the love I attempt to provide for my woman, m...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:18:00 PST

"Another day, another way, but not another reason to continue."

College is a form of conditioning that enables liberals to gain a foot hold for future elections. seconldy, it is also a way to dehumanize the very aspects of humanity that we are studying. It intent...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 10:26:00 PST

Festering Knot of Rotting Bullshit

Left to right she said As she fell asleep two nights ago I sat and waited My thoughts askew Left to right she said There was never a click Nothing at all     Standing there covered in my sh...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 02:07:00 PST

A Waste of Space

I try to write, but nothing I've produce recently is worth reading. I wrote this a little over two years ago...   Tearing up in every conversation, I watch my inadequacies dangle around me ...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 08:51:00 PST

"Knuckle Deep Within the Border Line."

Everyday I awake I find myself disenchanted with my current situations. I am so eager to obtain my lot in life that I often overlook the tedious details which should be the focus my attention. For som...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 01:02:00 PST

Irrelevence.

With broken hands and bound feet, I come to you on my knees. Somewhat damaged, a little torn. I have lost a lot, but I've gained a little more. And these episodes of disenchantment, when my heart race...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 09:54:00 PST

The Outsider

wow. this is from 5/13/04 And the hermit comes To pick the shards Pockets stacked with Pieces of delicate seashells Ive already found hundreds We all get wet when it rains.   "We all all just p...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 04:08:00 PST

Eat This You Fucks

is it sympathy you want? when your screaming helpless lying prostrate in a pool of your own vomit would you like a hand? when the bridges you have burnt are still smoldering and the people you have sw...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 02:04:00 PST

Is yours (life) worth living?

My distance is not a product of my detachment. I am detached because I perceive myself to be so distant. It is often that in the past that I have become so caught up, I simply tripped. And on me knees...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Mon, 15 May 2006 04:27:00 PST

rock star blues

Slow songs for the depressed.   was it to much for you To be afraid? If your philosophy Failed today. Would your optimism Be found in disarray Will you stand up Off the floor today   It wa...
Posted by TRENT 004 on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 01:26:00 PST