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Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I hate pugs, or rather I hate the concept of pugs, the evolutionary design they have saddled with and never allowed to move beyond, stuck in a dead-end eugenics rut. Despite hours I have spent attempting to appreciate them for some ulterior value, for their expressive dark eyes, their little barrelled beige ( Read more... )

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Winona Ryder got one for Johnny Depp. Nicole Kidman got one and named it "Forever Tom." Princess Diana has two, purchased for her after her death. And at least one widow of a fireman lost in the World Trade Center attack wanted to buy one in memory of her late husband ( Read more... )

Its an oddity. This place you've known so well for four years, the landscape that has changed in only minor bits and pieces, a slap of new architecture and design over there, a new bush over here,and yet there is a whole wall of separation between then and now. The physicality of the experience is inconsistent with the sensation: this should have ( Read more... )

One wonders what an experience it must have been to be the first of mankind to stumble up on the sands of the island of heavy rainforest mists, an island separated for thousands of year from any nearby landmass. This was an island denied the imgration patterns that saw the spread of mammals across the continents, no thundereous ungulates or ( Read more... )

I hate Limbo, hate wavering between points of grounded existence, tired of floating, restraining, repulsing myself from each polar opposite, want to grab the earth, thick in my fingers like a blanket and tear it up to me, wrap around me to give me weight and pull me down somewhere I can run and fight and never wish for the sky again. I just have a ( Read more... )

What is it when every sinew screams "LIFE!"? What kind of bizarre place in life have you reached when adrenaline tastes like sugar, when hate just howls "Live" as a motivator, and the feel of grass beneath your feet is the fulfillment of raw sensation, a reconnection to this from which you had always believed yourself jaded. There is a smell on the ( Read more... )

Personal Arsonists ( Read more... )

Life is funny mostly in its misconceptions and deceptions. You spend months thinking you're broken...no, not even thinking, rather "knowing" you're broken because you can't feel what you want to feel for people you "think" you want to feel that way for...almost like standing in front of a dried hayfield and instead of a match, you have a lukewarm ( Read more... )