i got confirmation on my orders, i am going to England! hooha!
i am not a man, i am a parable
keep 'em interested enough to hate you in a week
i am a bombastic bob
keep 'em interested enough to hate you in a week
i am a bombastic bob
i dream of france...
Okay, so God only knows how I got there, or got here, tenses are always flawed in dreams. I am in a kitchen, making kissy-face with Hilary Duff (or Jessica Simpson, or one of those second generation chicks that cannot sing but sell albums to otaku). We are lying on a counter? And she compares her arm to mine and says...
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Okay, so God only knows how I got there, or got here, tenses are always flawed in dreams. I am in a kitchen, making kissy-face with Hilary Duff (or Jessica Simpson, or one of those second generation chicks that cannot sing but sell albums to otaku). We are lying on a counter? And she compares her arm to mine and says...
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Today's thoughts will be brought to you by the postal service:
Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty and i'm barely listening to last demands
i'm staring at the asphalt wondering, what's burried underneath
where i am
wear my badge, vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
tells your new friends i am a visitor here
i am not permanent
and the...
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Smeared black ink, your palms are sweaty and i'm barely listening to last demands
i'm staring at the asphalt wondering, what's burried underneath
where i am
wear my badge, vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
tells your new friends i am a visitor here
i am not permanent
and the...
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well, crap
i need to find a good url for my pictures
i need to find a good url for my pictures
Post season college football glows emerald fields in a bar lit by christmas lights and video poker machines. A beer bottle with a sticky bottom and a woman fat too flat on the karaoke machine, a verb makes this a sentence. Are more people flat or sharp and can an ear dulled by nights of kind bud and blared sonic youth even measure? Here is...
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no longer my birthday, i'll get back to writing soon.
sort of lost my inspiration.
sort of lost my inspiration.
it is my fucking birthday.
i still like some.... very nice female... that doesn't want shit from me.
and it is fucking snowing where i am.
fuck me
i still like some.... very nice female... that doesn't want shit from me.
and it is fucking snowing where i am.
fuck me
porcelainheart:
happy birthday.
love, meatwad.
love, meatwad.
southernbelle:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! 
As a pessimist, smug from being right, dreams of her. Exposition allows for foreshadowing. Its happened before. No emotion has been original since Mesopotamia. She is the temple whore; prays at her sanctuary and is excommunicated. Puerile buffoonery, cannot forget: its happened before. A christian at a rock concert, a friend who plays the cello, a missing blanket and a lost cause. Stretches out, arms...
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fiesty:
Hope you have a wonderful birthday!! 
broadshateme:
bob is bob
Walks on to the empty set, looks about with vague interest; there is something to be looked for but never anything to be found. A melodramatic sigh issues forth with clove-scented smoke that curls seductively in the bright lights. Enhance the image of the serpent, of original sin and the absurdity of faith. The sound of a door being unlocked and unfeigned curiosity lights the...
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marybee:
Wow, I think you could be my hero. Second journal entry in over two years and it's a short story. Sounds like a dream. Hopefully it's part of a larger piece. This part was pretty random.
"blackened shark and copious amounts of water, the b-52s on an old hi-fi, a dancing woman with a leg brace and a wine glass."
I'll have to reread that. It's not the kind of story you read just once. Hope to hear more from you.
"blackened shark and copious amounts of water, the b-52s on an old hi-fi, a dancing woman with a leg brace and a wine glass."
I'll have to reread that. It's not the kind of story you read just once. Hope to hear more from you.
Why the fuck would I have a journal? Today I deposited a check, mailed some textbook i sold on amazon, and sat on my ass watching snl reruns. Oh, and smoked lots and lots of pot.
gil:
Happy Christmas