07.05.04

( blah, blah, blah. . . )

06.20.04

I want nothing more than write now but every sentence becomes nothing more than a perversion of the ( Read more... )

05.09.04

My mom has been dead for about four year now. We don't really celebrate Mother's Day around here, feeling it's another one of those Hallmark© holidays. But it was mother's day and if my mom were here, I would have gone to see her.

I still think about her every day. My mom was one of those mom's that people say "she was a friend, too ( Read more... )

05.02.04

Read and listen to the audio.

A death letter.

If you took the time to read and listen to the above, perhaps you'll understand why I spent part of the day ( Read more... )

05.01.04

Two weeks of introspection. Insulated from the world by a curtain of dim pain, willfully unaware of the ( Read more... )

04.25.04

I strip my shirt, put on my boots, my nerd glasses and tie a bandana around my head (keeps the sweat off the lenses). I make my private offering to the Goddess of Destruction of Corporate Property, whisper a few words to sister moon, and get ready to commit a petty misdemeanor. For a good cause, of course.

I notice my shadow as I am ( Read more... )

04.18.04


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04.04.04


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Note, this was written on the 31st and not transcribed until today. Why I point this out, I know not.

3.31.04

Backcountry- in the bowels of the Wh!te T@nk mountains with the crew that we have working back there right now ( Read more... )

03.28.04

These moments are the hardest, staring at the screen trying get this paragraph started and finding my stream ( Read more... )