Sam Chidley!

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Edited entry: Turns out that second number will get you in touch with my sister in San Fransisco. Whoops. Sorry Margie.

Once again I'm wandering through the desert. The sun is baking the brain meat inside my skull and the hot charcoal sand is turning my feet into tender ground beef patties. The vultures circle in the air above me, waiting until I'm done cooking. Vulture feed is best served lean and well done. I haven't had anything to drink in months. I haven't ( Read more... )

Often times I find myself ( Read more... )

Ok I want to update but I can't think of anything to write about. There have been new developments in my life but not the kind of stuff I would talk about here. So instead I'm posting some of my notebook entries over the past couple weeks. Mostly just my random bullshit and a couple poems. I skipped lines between entries, except for the poems which ( Read more... )

Okay, so I haven't updated recently, mostly because I've been going through kind of a strange time, (who hasn't/when are we not?) and consequently all of my writing as of late has been rather dark and too ambitious and I haven't been able to finish anything. Ever. Anyway, I decided to write something simple and light in the hope that if I stop ( Read more... )

Black skies ( Read more... )

I must look like I need saving. Ok, so our campus always seems to have a high number of bible thumpers and normally it doesn't bother me, in fact I'm even glad for it in some ways. It can be refreshing, especially in this city, to see someone spreading a positive message, reaching out to their fellow man, and discussing ideas that they're ( Read more... )

I, Sam Chidley, have quit smoking. If you have stock in Philip Morris or RJ Reynolds, I suggest you dump it.

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Rock, Paper, Scissors ( Read more... )