Monday, March 28, 2005

I've smoked 25 cigarettes tonight...

I'll come running to tie your shoes.

Sitting by the window playing solitare.

The chaos theory is correct..little things do make all the difference.

I'm starting to despise my job.
and everything.

Then it goes away.

why don't I spontaniously start loving everything insted?

The universe is watching like Dick Lewis. Don't slip, or you'll get payed back in full.

Love is a dog from hell. - Bukowski

Suuuuuu-un - Polyphonic Spree


...and you know about the beer.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

"I'm going to internationally house these pancakes"

I consider my life to pass in cycles. Like the 13 baktun cycles of the Mayan Long Count (God damn, a Baktun=400 years!). Cycle one was from June 1976-birth to about fourth grade, Cycle two occurred from there to the middle of high school, around the time I turned sixteen. Cycle 3 takes off from there and shoots me in the neighborhood of mid 1998. From that point cycle 4 begins.

Cycle four is over. Or it's ending. Or it's the end of the ending. Right now as I write.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

New Art

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Dispatch from Denver Intro

I'm high up in the moutain town of Evergreen, Colorado. Like, middle of nowhere. A beautiful middle of nowhere. I feel like I'm millions of light years from New York. Very different scene out here. My sister is in the hospital down in Denver. She's doing ok, but is on the edge of being not ok, and being that she's pregnant, the doctor is playing it safe. She also lives in a cabin, a real deal cabin. Not for the faint of heart. No indoor plumbing style. Damn. This was posted from the Jefferson County Library.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Words Never More True

"Not ALL of our fictions are becoming realities, only those memetically-engineered to do so by experts like myself and Snoop Dogg."
-Grant Morrison

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Just Kidding