so fate put this moldovan exchange student on my doorstep, I hesistated, she walked away. I rode the neighborhood for a half hour but couldn't locate her, I'm doomed

We broke through the barriers of common decency and decided instead of the myriad of other things to do on a a saturday night, to take our funny little hobby out of doors and into the pubs. Thats right, we built model airplanes at the pub! The toxic fumes were a little noxious at first but people became accustomed to them, or should I say, left the ( Read more... )

this catch-22 world has become much more polarizing. We've become much more apt to suscept to paranoia, I would say more than in the past, but it seems as though everything from world war 2 on has been a product of fear induced/inducing policy. It's easy from where we sit to look at it and say 'ridiculous' but to those who actually believe it, ( Read more... )

have it as you wish, I'd rather die as one more of the numberless sacrafices that populate the hidden world of our subconcious. To die and become the bricks and mortar of peace and harmony rather than wear the horse blinders of endless joy. everyone of us has a choice, unfortunatly for our location we can't always easily take the step many of us ( Read more... )

...that on the whole, the great, cosmic, galactic universe, is almost completely unimpressed with me. I have reasons to believe this. Despite what I would have done in the past; I don't believe that any amount of manic or irrational decision making will remedy my current state within the grande scheme. There, I've said it. This is my concession ( Read more... )

In the city ( Read more... )

when the rapparee must die

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/10/arts/music/10cnd-delp.html

I have just finished reading 'Love in the Time of Cholera' and before everyone BOMBARDS me with drivel about how I want to be John Cusack so bad I pee my pants thinking about it, I know already. I am going to start the Woody Guthrie biography called 'Bound for Glory' and if I finish that I'm going to start into 'The Satan Verses' by Salman Rushdie ( Read more... )

The truth is, I don't know what I want.
I try to force myself into activity when I should be letting the wind blow the leaves where it must. I got all lonely and feel as though I'm not giving myself with right opportunities, but I wouldn't really be me if I did. It's tough being me.