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I want to tell you my story. God knows I've taken enough stabs at it over the years. There were times where I would blink and three hours had gone by while I poured my heart out, begging anyone, everyone to come take a look. In the end I wonder if I did it mainly for critique. In the end I always threw up my arms in dismay, disgusted at how self- ( Read more... )

He takes the pills one by one. It's your average classic tragic scene. He's long since stopped thinking about what he's doing. He's just trying to kill those little heart attacks. Maybe it's because he's completely crazy, or maybe they lie to you about what it feels to seperate two lives. The fact is it doesn't feel like shattering pain that ( Read more... )

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It's over now ( Read more... )

It has come to my attention that I am now an amalgamation of virgin ideas. I type, and where before I was laid out in all my flaws my text now alerts me with red lines when I spell something wrong. A kindness for the drunk and the addled ( Read more... )

Interviewed about the end of nudity at San Onofre Beach

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