mrginger

Mission. Aim. Voyage. Journey. Realization. Birth. Conclusion. Dream. Walk. Run. Jump. Fly. Glide. Fall. Dive. Penetrate. Swim. Float. Land. Stand.

I've been going out a little bit since I got paid. There are some nice people in Portland. Last night I saw KRS1 at Berbati's. That dude is the epitamy of an MC. A true blue Master of Ceremonies. When I see a Mic rocked like that it inspires me to do all kinds of shit. Shit I'm going to go do right now. Peace

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My cat's name is Skrilla. He is the majesty of felininity. The King of the Couch. Destroyer of Dragonflys. Hearder of Sunspots.
He may let you touch him if you know he can kill you. He may kill you if you touch him.
Skrilla. Know the name. He came as the runt, but he can shake a dog's hair from it's frame.
Skrilla. You...
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Yesterday I woman came into my work. She was handicapped. Not to the point where she needed a wheelchair. She could walk fine by herself. One of her arms dangled loosly at her side and her chin was bent into her neck to the dgree that she had to look at everything not in her lap, through her eyebrows. She walked as if she were...
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There are more people than there are souls, hearts, and brains.
Sometimes I doubt I was one of the lucky ones.
Sometimes I think I'll be lucky to be reincarnated as a rat.
Of course, they can chew through steel and survive three story falls.
Maybe I'll be reincarnated as a woman and I'll bring children into the world with ESP.

I need a new job. One that requires international travel and allows me to buy land in Brasil. What am I qualified for? I used to think it was crime, but that didn't work. Hmmmmm............

I worked squarely all day, while thinking about how much money I could make with a crossbow. Hardly anybody gets mugged by someone with a crossbow. Then I could take some aging prostitute out to eat fish tacos and treat her like the son she probably abandoned 26 years ago might have if she had gone a straighter route and raised him up right in...
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lame. I've been killing video game Nazis for the last three hours. I'm turning into such a fat pasty fuck. But I like it. I feel like I'm in a coccoon. Like I'm hibernating. But rigamortis could be setting in. Move arms! Move legs! It worked!

Sometimes I hate people. And its not just cause of my own self-loathing. I just feel like I'd be more at home in a cave in the middle of nowhere sometimes. I mean, let's face it, people can really suck.
Of course, there was that little kid singing to her mom in the restaurant tonight. Something about a butterfly. She was singing so loud. Like...
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get done with me
then I can be a bag of bones
god I hate you sad thing
and just when you're your sickest
is when you realize there's no one to touch
well up but don't come
you damn sad thing
cold rock organ
not a thing you can't implode
you like me weak
you like me gone
you like me hating you