"Calling Out" Dogmen |
I'm not one to post my opinions or tell other people what to think, and I'm not doing that here. Instead I'm going to state a fact. After watching an article on Real Sports about dogfighti...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 19:07:00 GMT |
The eyes have it... |
And this is why I don't come here anymore. Not to look, not to talk, not to bulshit or piddle time. To wine about roommates who can't clean or pay rent. Not to type empty and nonempt...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 13:50:00 GMT |
Jagr and music |
I am a man of extreme passion, a hungry man not quite sure where my appetite lies, a deeply frustrated man striving to project my individuality against a backdrop of ridgid conformity. I exist i...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 17:50:00 GMT |
eat your own shit and tell me it tastes good |
I can't think of a way to possibly descride the disdain I hold high for this place. All this petty shit, the sights and "friends" and bullshit photos and tee shirts. I hope to watch your w...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 10:53:00 GMT |
fairly tale ending |
My hands are shaking, and the butterflies in my stomach are the size of bats. I feel like I could throwup. I'm fallen. And if I were to see her tonight and the realm of hope was diss...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Dec 2005 12:46:00 GMT |
Hope, Harbinger & Harm |
My eye's blink
dust that lies in my lash removed
all within a second
the same amount of time it takes for you to disappear
the same amount of time it took for me to think everything
was going my way
...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Sep 2005 09:22:00 GMT |
Dreamscapes are just another vehicle for rejection |
And I want to be nice
play it cool and walk as tall as I did
I want to smile and laugh without the peircing in my lung
to carry on a normal day
and not once think of my escape
or my surrender
then I ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Aug 2005 05:02:00 GMT |
Weasles and wolverines |
With the green grass and that fence
so easily scalable, I blew it
bones crack and joints quake
I taste blood when I swallow
I see ways to end all that torments me
some end you, some end others, some e...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Aug 2005 11:01:00 GMT |
Where whiskey fails, I too will fail |
I've tried and tried
and with no avail
this worthless shell of me
can't operate a simple task
let alone a task that requires skill
alone in this I attempt over and over again
to just be further along ...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jul 2005 05:16:00 GMT |
Why waking up, is harder than suicide |
God is a twisted fuck,
if there is such and entity.
I had a glimpse
and a smell
I had the feel
and the look
and for the REM lapse of
a moment, I was alive again
it was all very clear.
And then I had...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jun 2005 09:10:00 GMT |
