Others are just full of shit ( Read more... )

Ok, time to play catchup ( Read more... )

I'm not fun anymore ( Read more... )

ceterus

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Tim is getting out of the shower ( Read more... )

I sit and smoke and stare at an outdoor ashtray in front of a service station marveling at how the kitty litter holds straight the half-smoked cigarettes at exactly the angle the freezing hands crammed them there. It's clearly a modern zen garden. It is a six by six inch disgusting polluted forest that functions as a warning about what I am doing ( Read more... )

I'm in one of those spaces between the memorable events that define one's life ( Read more... )

Well, that's over.
James owned, Sandra got a few assists.
I am now officialy a terrible person.

I may be going to How the Edge Stole Christmas.
Alice and April got me a ticket, but I haven't checked to see who's playing.
I have a test.

Sat in a room with a bunch of my friends today.
God, I have so many it's getting hard to keep up with who all was there.
All I can remember is that they were singing my praises and complementing me.

It was nice.

"I happen to agree with most of your second statement. Some of the best poetry is about pain, but guess what? Now the poetry scene is flooded with a bunch of semi-talented, whiney fucking losers like Gabriel, who think that writing shitty freeverse will make them look deep and troubled (just like all those award-winning movie characters). Save me ( Read more... )