wild_zero

i had a good time.

i'm a failure.

we emerge from the catacombs onto victory pedestal.

the great salmon have spoken from beneath the thunderous waves!

we shall do battle in the large smoky place beyond the hills for the spoils of war!

i have assembled and will unleash an army that will fall any mediocre players in its path!

fear 8 sticks and a rack! FEAR US MORTALS FOR OUR TIME HAS COME AND YOU ARE SIMPLE OBSTACLES LIKE ORANGE...
Read More

i have more illness than you can shake a stick at. trying to get better soon.

the basic problem with us is that we invent realities in our minds. they seem real - we travel with them and enjoy them and envision a grand old time. then, its true form emerges and we feel both guilt and anger. guilt we ever believed the lies we told ourselves, and anger that none of what we imagined came true. all that maturity ever...
Read More

i wouldn't call it a loss; on the one hand, there wasn't much to interact with. on the other, i actually ended up meditating on a variety of signals. she was also there - in my head - so i didn't dance alone.

whenever i find myself in a loop, i've come to terms with its language and can now stop it whenever it gets...
Read More

the new year. yay!

it started off with a blast. a journey was taken - a very long trek into the heart. we found some foliage, tater tots, a traffic light, and made statements on behalf of all mankind. we also located the church of the katamari on ponce. we encountered a bearded fellow and he made raving commentary on the mutual tuxedo shirt explosion....
Read More

it's impossible i think to stop the endless cycle of perpetuating a lie in your head and then confronting the reality, over and over again. when i remember everything, it's always been the same story. the amorphous vision in my head materializes stronger as time passes by, when left isolated and up to my own devices. suddenly, the day comes when the vision is abruptly...
Read More

this weekend was filled with ninja-style antics approaching complete robot destruction. somebody's apartment was trashed in the process. it really isn't the 78 hot dogs we left in various hiding places, or the baffling and disturbing number of shoe horns that migrated into the bathroom. no, it's going to be that solitary bee we tacked up, holding the communist flag up. i'm also certain all...
Read More

alright - so it's been a crazy two weeks. the rest of the noise has vanished. at some point - i got a haircut. i'm no longer this kind of hippie fiend. instead - it's much worse. more detail to come sirs - stay tuned kiddos.

well, i'm back in towne again. it was a very trying and depressing weekend for me. in spite of that, i still have some stories to tell. one must live their own life, true? i can't wait to share. let me sober up first.

edited to say i love y'all. i never thought being randomly active on sg would let me meet some really cool...
Read More