Sometimes... I feel damn near asexual.
Apparently, there's something... (something I'm unable to define) about me that makes me unapproachable, unattractive, undesireable, or , well, something.
I arract wingmen, not lovers. The broken chase me, while my own tribe runs away; strange boys with lazy eyes get more lovins than me. Cocaine hair hipsters have stables, while I sleep alone. I can spend hours...
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Apparently, there's something... (something I'm unable to define) about me that makes me unapproachable, unattractive, undesireable, or , well, something.
I arract wingmen, not lovers. The broken chase me, while my own tribe runs away; strange boys with lazy eyes get more lovins than me. Cocaine hair hipsters have stables, while I sleep alone. I can spend hours...
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A long time ago, on one of my first posts on this site, I described a state of mind that I refer to as The Reach.
The Reach is a metaphysical state that you arrive at when you find yourself at your perceived boundary of your identity and your potential; The Reach is the place where you achieve your limit; it is your terminator. It...
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The Reach is a metaphysical state that you arrive at when you find yourself at your perceived boundary of your identity and your potential; The Reach is the place where you achieve your limit; it is your terminator. It...
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nixon:
I have allways wanted 'neither the angels in Heaven above/ nor the demons down under the sea" somewhere on my body. I've just not yet chosen where. Of course, I also want 'keep moving' on my feet. Seems encouraging.
Now, I think you under estimate my mission. It is not the airport I am going to. This is a full-on ninja rescue, 1500 miles of highway to cover in a weekend. This is a kidnapping, almost consensual, but not quite.
Now, I think you under estimate my mission. It is not the airport I am going to. This is a full-on ninja rescue, 1500 miles of highway to cover in a weekend. This is a kidnapping, almost consensual, but not quite.
noelani:
I'm not sure why The Reach should be grey and bleak. Or why it needs to exsist even. If you have infinite potential, and give yourself no boundries (which we are all responsible for setting up our own) you give yourself no reason for The Reach to exist. And if for some reason you've met your boundries and reached your full potential wouldn't that mean you've reached a sort of Nirvana? Reaching the absolute. Extinguishing all fear, hate, desire, delusion... etc. etc.?
Not that I'm disagreeing with you, just something to think about.
You write wonderfully BTW.
Not that I'm disagreeing with you, just something to think about.
You write wonderfully BTW.
New rule. Never sleep with any girl who doesn't think Ana Ng by They Might Be Giants is the best song ever.
That is all.
P.S. Of you don't know otherwise, I loathe you.
That is all.
P.S. Of you don't know otherwise, I loathe you.
nixon:
Odd, you. Ziggy Stardust is so obviously the best song ever.
Thnks for the email tidbit.
Much appreciated. However, under the current circumstances, I think I'll wait a little while to make use of it. I hear it's rude to import and then become instantly distracted. I will, however, make good use of it before too long.
Odd, you. Ziggy Stardust is so obviously the best song ever.
Thnks for the email tidbit.
Much appreciated. However, under the current circumstances, I think I'll wait a little while to make use of it. I hear it's rude to import and then become instantly distracted. I will, however, make good use of it before too long.
nixon:
I gots to go pick it up next weekend.
I'm cracking 400 miles today. Cracking that shit like the neck of a bottle. Cracking that shit like the back of a bunny.
That leaves me with 100 miles to go until I can reach out and touch 7K RPM.
Which means... Roadtrips. LA. Vegas. Choas, trouble, and fun.
Which means... Urban freeway warfare. Berkely hills at seventy.
Which means... I can take passengers on...
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That leaves me with 100 miles to go until I can reach out and touch 7K RPM.
Which means... Roadtrips. LA. Vegas. Choas, trouble, and fun.
Which means... Urban freeway warfare. Berkely hills at seventy.
Which means... I can take passengers on...
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dogeye:
rev-limitations...man i don't miss that...
desert in three weeks? FUCK
desert in three weeks? FUCK
trilobyte:
Yes indeedy. Whereabouts are you planning on camping? My sorry ass will have a camp at 9:30 and bi-polar, though we'll be out on the ship (2 story silver pirate ship) most of the time. Wednesday night we'll be staging an all-night breakbeat affair at the base of the Temple Of Dreams...
~Trilo~
~Trilo~
We love Pablo.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your...
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your...
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This is Belladonna, the lady of the rocks; the lady of situations... Here is The Blind Man, and this is The Wheel...
-o-
Today has been a day of seperation and departure.
I woke from a nightmare of theft and loss, and one of my secrets is that I never, ever dream.
My best male friend (one of the few I trust) is leaving this...
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-o-
Today has been a day of seperation and departure.
I woke from a nightmare of theft and loss, and one of my secrets is that I never, ever dream.
My best male friend (one of the few I trust) is leaving this...
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dogeye:
alright boi, NO headphones until you have atleast 2500 on the dial, (open roads excuded) trust me on this one 
kay:
Enjoy the ride.
~cheers
~cheers
Last night, after a brief nap, and having had less than an hours sleep the night before, I was summoned across the bridge into the will-o-the-wisp lights and deserted streets of Berkeley at the request and behest of two of the beautiful, wonderful women I consider the core of my developing posse.
We sat in their apartment, drinking black cherry vodka cocktails, and talking of...
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We sat in their apartment, drinking black cherry vodka cocktails, and talking of...
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amitabha:
I'm glad you're feeling better. Can't wait to hang out with you on the playa.
I still want a picture of you on your bike!
I still want a picture of you on your bike!
dogeye:
so, what was your decision? and are you breaking it in properly?
(This journal entry has been edited to reflect recent developements.)
I'd forgotten the old lessons.
I've got blood in my eyes/but my vision is clear...
-Primal Scream
I'd forgotten the old lessons.
I've got blood in my eyes/but my vision is clear...
-Primal Scream
a thousand colors
fade to white; like a seashell
she is nacreous...
fade to white; like a seashell
she is nacreous...
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nixon:
God damn narcoleptic.
nixon:
Like you say. Amatuers.
One box of Recchiato chocolates: $45.00
One flask of Korbel brandy: $7.00
Two pewter skulls from Necrophile in L.A.: $10.00
Matte black cap gun: $3.95
Airline bottle of Schmirnoff vodka: $1.95
One copy of Pablo Nerudas Enigmas: Free
The moment of epiphany when you realize that you have been projecting your own inherent badass onto two rather incredible girls as a classic form of...
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One flask of Korbel brandy: $7.00
Two pewter skulls from Necrophile in L.A.: $10.00
Matte black cap gun: $3.95
Airline bottle of Schmirnoff vodka: $1.95
One copy of Pablo Nerudas Enigmas: Free
The moment of epiphany when you realize that you have been projecting your own inherent badass onto two rather incredible girls as a classic form of...
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fractal:
we're effin adorable.
In all seriousness, from the moment I met you back in Denver, I had a certain amount of a crush. You are smart, funny, and 100% fuckable. You were one of my favourite people to see, even if you were just hanging out at the club, even if we did not speak. I'm not sure if that is a response you are looking for or not, but it is true. I think you are simply fascinating, and I suspect that in time, when the time is right, it will fall in to place. *shrug*
I think people tend to stay away from a few qualities you posess. You are intense. You are predatory. You do not do small talk. Meeting someone like you on common ground is difficult for a lot of people. Your body language is confident. THAT alone is intimidating to the sheep.
I hope it helps.
~cheers