August 2010
2 posts
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November 2009
2 posts
I forgot how to log in.
charcoalhobo MK II coming around xmas.
January 2009
1 post
What the fuck am I supposed do with myself.
December 2008
5 posts
You and I are an infinite recursion of awkward little steps and widening eyes. Our pupils will enlarge as we collide with our own consciousness. We’ll sit there, holding hands, waiting for the apocalypse. And when it hits we’ll laugh at the world, but mostly at ourselves, for being so afraid.
“Motherfucking cocksucker motherfucking shit fucker what am I doing? What am I...”
– Albert (I Heart Huckabees)
It started to rain while I was driving home today.
I didn’t turn on my windshield wipers; it would be a shame to destroy such beautiful disorder. So I squinted through the blurry windshield and wondered if this is how a legally-blind manatee would feel. Bright and amazing colours. Bumping into objects at 120 kilometres per hour.
Wow.
I learned two very important things last night:
1. I really fucking need to stop drinking.
2. Pulp fiction is a fucking awesome movie.
3. Sleep is optional but kind of fun sometimes.
4. I need to move out of this shit-hole town.
5. I talk too much.
6. Holiest of holies.
You burn first.
November 2008
10 posts
This is an apology for all my defects and obtuse behavior. I can be so clingy and demanding. Hopefully it isn’t too late to change.
This is my story.
Nothing interesting has ever or ever will happen to me. I’m stuck here, in this fucking small town, for all eternity.
The end.
Then again, maybe not.
The Artifact and Living - Michael Andrews [Donnie...
If you told me the world was going to end tomorrow I would kiss you at the place where your nose makes an infinite plane with your lips. We would sleep then, side by side, awaiting the moment that our souls go supernova.
Thus begins two-point-five grueling weeks of school. I was hoping I would have more time to study for my finals, but my professors keep piling on more and more last-minute work.
Tomorrow I’m going to go stock up on coffee and energy drinks.
I’m done with the lame self portraits for now.
Dr. Lilian: Do you feel alone right now?
Donnie Darko: Oh, I dunno. I mean I'd like to believe I'm not but I just... I've just never seen any proof so I... I just don't debate it anymore, you know? It's like I could spend my whole life debating it over and over again, weighing the pros and cons and in the end I still wouldn't have any proof so I just... I just don't debate it anymore. It's absurd.
Dr. Lilian: The search for god is absurd?
Donnie Darko: It is if everyone dies alone.
If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
I’m not your superhero.
I’m not even super.
Special - Mew
It’s approaching 3:30AM, but...
My salvation.