Cleaning out old blogs here...

Tuesday, May 08, 2007The last thing she said as she got on the bus ( Read more... )

My English class calls me "Cowboy." I'm at once affectionate and slightly repulsed by this moniker. On the one hand, I'm more than willing to embrace my alter-ego, but on the other hand I wonder if I am really ready to step into those boots ( Read more... )

But not those crappy sound guns that cause pain. No, soldiers will rush the field of battle with speakers strapped to every limb, car batteries swinging wildly from leather straps, odd technology mixed with junkyard level decay is lost behind the shimmering air as noises loud enough to rend the flesh of the Earth herself rocket out from these ( Read more... )

I don't know what to say here. What fills me escapes description. I cannot explain the fire inside me, but it burns, and forever shall it be so. I wonder if I will ever escape it, but I think not. We will forever be thrall to this desire, as much as a part of me as the air I swim through these days ( Read more... )

The UpdateI'm unsure where I left off in chronicling my personal journey through life, but let's just assume it was waaaaay back in 2007 ( Read more... )

Webster's 5th Edition Unabridged Bros and Brahs Thesaurus -2008

brahs ( Read more... )

...The rubble falls from below my form, lithe and graceful as time stops and the picture is frozen. I've affected something of a cross between "Air Jordan" and the loping gazelle, one arm reaching out into the air before me, the other curled tight at my side, the hand a fist. My legs are split, the front extended out as far forward and as high as ( Read more... )

It seemed as though the cold was eternal, as though it had always lay in waiting, biding it's time until the warmth finally ran out. For a time, though, the warmth was self-perpetuating, and the chilling talons of her grip were kept from us. So she taught the first of us, those wretches, how to steal the warmth of another, exalting in the ecstasy ( Read more... )

Preface: I'm rusty. Let's just try to work through the kinks together, k? Thx for all the fish.

Spinning

Outside the glass, colors whirl in a cacophony of vivid blurs, their Rorschach-esque imagery captures my eyes, and my mind sparks for an instant. Time travel is possible and it is almost entirely silent. Unless, that is, if your mind adds ( Read more... )

I've been thinking a lot about law lately. This is not really unusual because I can almost always find an episode of "Law & Order" on, but in this case I'm actually talking about real laws. The title of this post, "Who Watches the Watchmen" succinctly sums up my question: who watches the law? Who is really the master here? Do we, as the ( Read more... )