I can still make out "JAKE, JAKE" on my knuckles and the bruises from (being the wildest motherfucker at) con still look painful enough for customers to inquire of their origins (I've been spinning some wild tales of bull fighting and bar brawls down in Mexico). It's hard to heal when I spend all day circling around the record store and my nights
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my final week of classes is looming in front of me and let me tell you she is one hideous beast. It's times like this rational people panic. But the freaks, the fiends, we ride the wave and holler all the way to hell like major kong, I even got my gunslinger hat out for the occasion... And so when I stop having time to shower I look old west enough
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My life changed last Wednesday. It came full circle and I felt the course of the beam I've been traveling upon resonating through me. My childhood and my adulthood have all been tied together into an epic and hopefully brilliant package.
Yesterday I was 1/32nd Irish, this morning it was something like a 16th, by 10'oclock tonight I will be telling everyone at the bar my last name is Williams (the Irish in me on my mom's side). So in light of this universally endorsed day of rampant alcohol consumption I've post this little gem;
And so it goes. Last week was the Big Presentation, a partially empty room on the top floor of MCTC with the Civic Engagement board members and an elderly man who had a wicked sense of style and hair exactly like ?uestlove's, only stark white
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It's late. Exceedingly so considering the 3 hour nights I've been operating on for the most of last week. In one of my escape attempts from the pile of homework I have in the basement I discovered ( this )
Weekends always bring out the beast in me. This past one was no exception. It was a blur from GO when Allin picked me up on her way down from St. Cloud. Jumpy like coke fiends we headed towards Kat9y's, a trail of smoke and Jim Morrison in our wake. From there we navigated the twists and turns of 35W to Mortimer's where cheap Grainbelt and foosball
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"A very Christmas card, Kesey's new place near La Honda. A log house, a mountain creek, a little wooden bridge Fifteen miles from Palo Alto beyond Cahill Ridge where Route 84 Cuts through a redwood forest gorge- A redwood forest for a yard! A very Christmas card."
The results are in, the facts have been taken into account and all signs point to one overwhelming fact, we live in a police state. All this seemed so very important those days between August 4th and November 4th, after which it was easy to let the wonderful distraction of hope and optimism push aside a fact that still remains true
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My immediate reaction to seeing this trailer, "Thank you god." Or perhaps I should say, thank you Norway, but I don't want to anger Moondoggy since I know she hates those Norwegians.