the wrong song ( Read more... )

laden with the desire to be reading, yet my eyes are burning with images and have little desire to absorb words ( Read more... )

growing up, i was always into space. ever so in love with the idea of anything outside the atmosphere. the difference between gravity. the moon. stars. possible life on other planets ( Read more... )

is it giving in or dealing out. dealing, or dishing ( Read more... )

"born in the same country ( Read more... )

i'm never usually sure how it's perceived, but i'm rather open about most of my sexual idiosyncrasies. or whatever the fuck you'd call it. anywho ( Read more... )

it's a true fuck-a-roo. one day, loving it all. next day, hating all that i've loved ( Read more... )

Aw, late night infomercials. One of the true loves of my life. Just like that very old school cycle. It was always nice having the summer off. Even though it was usually the fall and winter I wanted off the most.  Or maybe I just loved being up late at night while the whole house slept. Either way, 3 or so months of down time was always a bonus. ( Read more... )

there has always been something about industrial or electronic music that makes me very happy. either that or it speaks to a part of my "soul" better then most. depends on the day or the mood, but the same can be said for just about all music i suppose. even shitty ass country, but that mood had been dead for quite some time ( Read more... )

a quick tale guns and a few knives.

stupid sister. chicago blues. her father figure quickly out the door with an ex-lover hand in hand, weapons at side ready to go.

chico would've been the preferred method if it wasn't for the modern age of trucks and dealers who just didn't give a crunk.

base low.