i do miss portland and it's many charms. voodoo doughnuts. powell's. walking bowser downtown. the strange blanket of community that i hadn't experienced growing up in the suburbs. but a year takes a year and things make you different ( Read more... )

after twenty-eight years here, living and little else, a conclusion, or perhaps epiphany does this greater service, has been drawn. i am outside of everything. i've played no part in anything. and i cannot begin to consider the fault of this, be it my own or that of circumstance ( Read more... )

this city stinks of those that walk too far to achieve nothing. their tattered hair-dos and pegged jeans, the promises to talk later because the music is just too loud--pretension speaks louder than words. it has become alienating and foreign even as i began to find comfort in my existence. i'm on the cusp of nothing great. i've been devalued ( Read more... )

It's been long long long since I've used this. NEWS: Moved to portland, oregon ( Read more... )

Three cars speed past. Someone walking a dog bends down to clean up after it. People are all over the place and it’s a little too cold to really want to be doing anything. It’s Detroit in January, or September if the calendar wasn’t flipped all around. Somewhere a bum asks for change and somewhere else someone empties an ashtray full of pennies ( Read more... )

“If you move your fucking neck, I will shoot you ( Read more... )

our fathers forgot their educations ( Read more... )

I'm throwing this out there to those of you in and around my area. My band is looking for a singer. We have about 7 songs written with more in the works. The vibe is like a darker u2/coldplay. but that's not too accurate. I dont really know what to say to define the sound. Kind of darker rock and roll, lots of guitar effects, cool bass lines ( Read more... )

oh the history, the past, the what did and what did not. amazing that time has no way of knowing that is passes--we all just get taller, fatter, thinner, we do more drugs, we fall apart more often, we tell more lies. and to what end? what do we try to accomplish through these wastes of personal seconds ( Read more... )

these things usually concern members of the opposite sex, you know, boy/girl things. however, life is seemingly not so cut and dry, black and white, yin and yang, cliche after cliche. sometimes is boy/boy. girl/girl. boy/nature. nature/girl. you get the picture. i wont carry on ( Read more... )