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  • Party, today. Boots are on. Hat's on. Beer's cold. Car's washed. Food's hot. I'm sick. But that's okay. Since when have I ever let dieases and bacteria and virusi (yep, that's a new one, I think) stop me from engaging …

  • Ulver. \m/ I've got a theory. About cars, and where we ride in them. The person driving is almost always leading. Deciding where to go, and getting everyone there. This is the one with the most initiative. The person ri…

  • Quit hiding. We both pretend like I don't know it's you But I do. Your fake names. Your fake faces. The way you work who I am Into who you are As if I'll be attracted by my own tastes. You should know better. Quit your …

  • I've been songwriting like a motherfucker, lately. Not songs about philisophical ponderings and such like I usually do, but some angry, dark lashings-out that take me back to angstier days. Songs about putting small anim…

  • I spent my day pissed off, headbanging, playing guitar, drinking beer. Fuck off. I had a bad day and was well aware of it the whole time. Someone broke the driver's side mirror on my car, and fuck them. My car's an old p…

  • I had this startling realization yesterday that I'm having really good days without even knowing it.

  • Dentist, yesterday. I don't hate it as much as most. I mean, no one wants drills in tender areas, but hey, maybe if I didn't spend my days guzzling gallon after gallon of mountain dew, I could avoid that fate. As it is, …

  • So let's say they are making a new Superman movie. What actor would you cast as Superman? How about as Lois Lane?

  • Cold. Four-twenty in the A.M. and the only thing I can think is 'cold'. There's an image, but it's still waiting to come out. Sleep is very odd for me lately. I think I've been seeing people there, in dreams, that I hav…

  • My best friend's fiancee should be going into induced labor about... now. Childbirth. Ah, the miracle. Aside from pseudo-prayers to whatever spirits there be, there is only one solitary throught in my selfish head: I fee…

  • What she can't say, she sketches, tucking blonde locks behind an elfin ear as she bends down to the vast pale pages. She smears them with coal and lead, rubbing blacks and grays into the fine paper. Here's a smudge, ther…

  • Positron Kisses An electrode tongue not mine In my mouth Slow lightnings are heading south ------------------ Belief The skies are not quite black tonight, and whatever that means is what it means. Insert your perspectiv…

  • Phrases shouted over the course of the night by girls at the Ninja's place: "Hey, you want me to rub my nose on your clit?" "Well, it's either my husband or my boyfriend. Oh, it's my husband." "Did you know she shaves…

  • buria, as part of something greater, wrote "too content to relate to". That's me. I am too content to relate to. It struck me last night when we all got home from the bar and I was talking with an old acquaintance about …

  • Red. Stop. Simple as can be. Green. Go. Streetlights, that sickly translucent-plastic orange. They all burn out at I drive underneath. Pattern of oblong circles of lights laid across the road in front me. Darkness, duste…

  • Last night was fun. Were you there? I can't really remember. I was already chilled when the bars closed and people started showing up at my house. I wandered. Up and down the stairs, around the house, from one smoking c…

  • The Disappointed Penguin Oh sharply dressed lord of the frozen north I see the sadness in your little heart I see you waddle in despair The polar bear is gracious The walrus is euphoric But the Penguin is Disappointed Fo…

  • Quote of the night, something I thought you all may enjoy: "Tonight is the night for wormsex." -- deadeye

  • (untitled) "Satan" 's just a word little sister The sinner I have become is a sinister form far more real "Devil" 's a name spoken so often it has lost all power No midnight blood Or virginal sweat Can restore the sweet …