Monday, May 31, 2010

life update


eating a cold can of beans with hotsauce in it.
practicing banjo
drawing a picture of medusa
looking up stick and poke tattoo tutorials on youtube
thinking over that stupid dating thing below.

that is all


find a girl who is addicted to drugs and sex(and is going to hell obvs)

go out drinking with her. and wait for the aforementioned addictions to kick in(drugs and sex) whilst having a nice conversation concerning the nuances of mishimas patriotism. or maybe discuss the moral worth of the individual in todays dire times. or about the apocalypse or something. shit im letting this get away from myself. or maybe too high a standard. fuck ok beany move onto next step.
then end the night with a nice wholesome episode of alf. AND THeY lived happOITLY EWVERY ADTEFFTER

dress sexy at my funeral
there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late

Charles Bukowski

Sunday, May 30, 2010

i had two dreams last night:

one about my friend patricia.
and then one about the devil and the coming apocalypse. raining death and zombies and demons and angry ghosts and monster wolves upon everyone. i commandeered a cool looking camper van and drove off into the burning embers of what was once our world. he followed me but with a little luck and tons of smarts I outfoxed him time and time again.
reasons why I think I had this dream: i read a national geographic article about wolves yesterday. and i had a crazy party night till 5 in the morning. was involved in some evil deeds im sure.also I looked at pictures of cool campers online yesterday morning. um what else. thats about it. the devil apocalypse part im not sure of. maybe connected to the patricia dream. which was boring. ill have to think this all over once my brain has settled.

thats all i have to say for today

anyone wanna play warhammer tonight? or an old fashionned lan party? stiff and a board wiccan thingy? larping?

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Thursday, May 27, 2010



Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Monday, May 24, 2010

Friday, May 21, 2010


Thursday, May 20, 2010

I wasnt much as I fell out

NO TRUTH. NO MEANING. NOTHING. NOTHING. ONLY THIS. THIS GREAT BURDEN> EMPIRE OF DIRT> A KANGAROO CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE. cannot take the great weight that crushes us all. PLEASE SAVE MY SOul great ocean i ask you. a mere kangaroo in a world if sadness. a world of sadness and ash.FLUFF I SAY.FLUFF.

PLEASE KANGAROO. think it over. read some li---terature on the subject. THERE is redemption. THERE HAS TO BE. stare into the abyss my friend. the NAUSEA WILL always be there. BECOME ONE WIHT IT

The absurd kangaroo will not commit suicide; he wants to live, without relinquishing any of his certainty, without a future, without hope, without illusions ... and without resignation either. He stares at death with passionate attention and this fascination liberates him. He experiences the "divine irresponsibility" of the condemned man.

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the world without us(repost)

big scientific news

the paper

synthetic life. big stuff. big stuff. if you have the time and patience to read

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Oh hi internet

this friday. the royal. 11:30. thanks for the internet rochelle!

full blown bender
tennis in the park
handfuls of shreddies
terrible karaoke
snap crackle pop
win0 makeup
oh hi____
bike follies
i know
deep down in my heart
i still love you

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Monday, May 17, 2010


Knowledge of the truth I may perhaps have attained to; happiness, certainly not. What shall I do? Accomplish something in the world, men tell me. Shall I then publish my grief to the world, contribute one more proof for the wretchedness and misery of existence, perhaps discover a new flaw in human life, hitherto unnoticed? I might then reap the rare reward of becoming famous, like the man who discovered the spots on Jupiter. I prefer, however, to keep silent.

soren kierkegaard

How to wash a rabid monkey

if you were wondering

Japans Prime Minister

the movie The Fall. is nice to look at.

as well. i got rid of my computer a few days ago. so the posts n stuff will come as they see fit. forced trips to friends places. often im sure/hope.

TODAY: write a long story (enchanted) about renaissance tortoise.


From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Alan Poe

Friday, May 14, 2010

I've been wrong so many times before. But never quite like this.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Are you not weary of ardent ways,
Lure of the fallen seraphim?
Tell no more of enchanted days.

Your eyes have set man's heart ablaze
And you have had your will of him.
Are you not weary of ardent ways?

Above the flame the smoke of praise
Goes up from ocean rim to rim.
Tell no more of enchanted days.

Our broken cries and mournful lays
Rise in one eucharistic hymn.
Are you not weary of ardent ways?

While sacrificing hands upraise
The chalice flowing to the brim,
Tell no more of enchanted days.

And still you hold our longing gaze
With languorous look and lavish limb!
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Tell no more of enchanted days.

James Joyce

he took off his belt (chub chub body)

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

im going to start saying "but I digress" all the time now.



did she just say soy jism?

Monday, May 10, 2010


my empire of dirt. sigh. so much promise he had. little beany. he tried o so hard. i remember when he got into that gifted program in primary school where he got to play with fancy lego for the afternoons in the library. his future looked so promising. and in highschool. shit he was a high achiever. captain of the football team, honor roll, a real top notch kid. where did we go wrong. where did he go wrong. where did I go wrong.


awesome dance


Sunday, May 9, 2010

i once cooked a bunch of garbage in my oven because i had to leave quickly and for some reason hid two bags of garbage from my cat in the oven and then when i came home i was really hungry and wanted to make fries and preheated the oven and forgot about the garbage which then burned a lot and there was garbage smoke all over my apartment and my cat was screaming and I was screaming and it was generally a big smelly mess.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Where's Waldo

ftw edgar

say say say

annoying as shit:
"what do you do?"

winning arguments:
"get over yourself"
"who died and made you king"
"where do you get off"
"what gives you the right....:
"whats good for the goose is good for the gander"
"you think are the cats meow"
"whatever floats your boat"
fluff fluff fluff

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Tuesday, May 4, 2010