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The Secret Behind the Subject Lines
One hour, always typing... no stopping, no thinking, no bathroom breaks. God can I make it? let's see. I expect to this post to be rather trite, boring, and absolutely littered with errors as i will also refuse to take the time to proof read my work. I really just wanted to see what would happen if i truly vomited onto the keyboard, and perhaps ( Read more... ) -
Wireless Atonement
Still...- Feel like I've got a sea urchin lodged in the back of my throat.
- Haven't conned anyone into hiring me yet.
- Giving out handjobs for internet access
- Sleeping in a house that wants to kill me
One of these things had better change soon... that's all I gotta say -
Wholy Wholesome Wholesale
Day four of spending every living second with the bloodlines, and honestly I've been expecting that this post was going to be a bit more heart-felt and (for lack of a better description) nice. That officially ended when I got sick this morning and was pseudo forced to use the iBook to internet ( Read more... ) -
Morning Taps
It has been too long since I've written any Thomas Lockbottom. I know... I'm sorry. For those of you that are really itching for some Lockbottom-esc debauchery, might I suggest you go out and purchase a new book Crooked Little Vein, authored by Warren Ellis (Transmetropolitan). After only reading the first half of the book, I was not only ( Read more... ) -
Head or Gut
So, I've finally relocated myself back to the old territory. This makes me happy. I already have an extablished friend base and I'm still on the road to getting my BA in a school that doesn't lower their standards below that of highschool. And yet... I still find myself seething. Why? Why else... finding a job. As I've said before: I hate, ( Read more... ) -
Oranges to Crabs: Final Round
I am but hours from dismantling my computer (the very last thing to be boxed up) for my last drive up to MD. "How am I spending it?" you might be wondering; or maybe not. Maybe you're wondering why you still read this trash I write everyday... anyway; The answer is: making mix CDs. For a 12 hour trip, I figure I will need 9 new CDs to make if I ( Read more... ) -
Urinating in the Gene Pool
My First...
... Job -- Many of you may already know this, and there may be some of you that this may surprise the ever living snot outta you, but my first job was a day-camp counselor for kids ages 5-9 with ADD. It was right out of high school and one of my friends got me sucked into it. My first response to the thought was "WTF?! Die in a fire... ( Read more... ) -
Shameful Display of Dirty Socks
So... to wage war against my stubborn writer's block, I've decided to embarrass my muse into action by describing a list of "My First" bullshit...
My First...
... Memory -- This one is always difficult to discern. Sure, I have plenty of early memories, but the chronology is all wonky after 20 some years. Additionally I also run into the additional ( Read more... ) -
MEAT.... MEATL.... METAL
This is a ghost town
We lie on the edges of failure's fled
Lead on by shining faces, levelling extremes
What used to be, our humility is gone
Walk around, with skull and bones
We're living just to die
I see more moments indict of decision
The windows are our lights
It is the only place I know, where death is most alive
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Zehn Dix Dieci Shi Das Ju Ashra
1) My hair is now 10% it's former glory. My scalp was assaulted by the Barber-ian hordes for over an hour, until I surrendered and tribute was paid. The fallen strands fought bravely, but have since found entrance to Valhalla; ... in the halls, where the Brave may live forever...
2) The books might be great (or at least popular) and the films might ( Read more... )