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Thursday, April 22, 2004

Due to a massive break from reality, Allen has discontinued his "calling his friends once in a while" trend. For this, he will be emasculated with a laser. A great big laser. And then we won't buy him beer to get over it. So there!

Wednesday, March 10, 2004

I miss you guys.
Other than that, here's the first verse of the song I'm listening to right now.

Hello there,
The angel from my nightmares,
A shadow in the backgound of the morgue,
The unsuspecting victim,
Of darkness in the valley,
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want,
Where you can always find me,
and we'll have halloween on christmas,
and in the night we'll wish this never ends,
We'll wish this never ends....
Yes indeed, I have made more regrets than appologies. I wrote this the other day.

Arms outstretched like ligaments
Interacting without a sense of purpose,
I’m reaching out to you, the object of so much
Dissection.
Flailing around your perfection,
My arms are one step behind in this dance
We constantly recreate,
Like Shakespeare in the park
Only everyone dies without protest or tragedy,
A funeral for a cancer patient.
And even in this dark afterglow,
I can see my hands on your thighs
In my bed with the lights on,
Music blaring,
Reeking of booze and intertwining
Fluids.
It is perfect.

Now,
Where are you?
I see what you put around yourself,
The thin veil of wounded animal skin
That fits you about as well as my sweatshirt,
Loose and floppy and oh so sexy.
Only you can pull this off,
Keeping my interest even after
I myself have given up.
And yet when I look into the eyes of other women
I don’t see anything,
Except you.
Where are you?

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Yes, Allen is indeed an asshole. As for limits, I don't think he's found one yet.

Thursday, January 29, 2004

Heard this and couldn't help but think of Allen (in a good way):

I got lost in the moment
Assholes like to tempt the limit
Six minutes down
Breathing machine
Brain not feel right
The look on you
Is killing me
Drowning in shame
But don't feel bad
Cause I've
Never feared consequenses
Made regrets more than apologies...

A year has past
Like photographs
My life is just
A scrapbook of
Old friends and faded memories
Looks like I pulled the rug from under myself
The thought's just too much from me to recover from
It's been real fun but now I must say goodbye


-NOFX

Saturday, January 10, 2004

I haven't posted in awhile. I now live in LA and am still addicted to skydiving. More to come.

Monday, October 27, 2003

As he reaches for the down button on the elevator control panel, a single thought crosses his mind. He thinks about a day not too long ago, when things were better. He thinks about the post-coital glow and the woman sleeping soundly in his bed. She is the love of his life, and would do anything for him. He silently leaves the goodness of this moment and gathers his things for the task at hand....
Suddenly he is staring at the open doors of the elevator. He steps in and the doors close. Then, he opens his jacket and inspects the damage. It's a nearly centered, perfect little hole. There is no way it could have missed anything important. Fighting for consciousness, he tries to remember that perfect moment.....

Sunday, October 19, 2003

Mike - it's on my right arm.
He sat down at the end of the bar. The bar was dark. He seemed to be in great pain. The bartender instictively passed a tumbler of whiskey down the bar. The man thanked him, and then downed the brown liqour. Somehow, the bartender knew that there wasn't much time.
"Any last words?" the bartender asked.
" I only want to know what true sadness is."
The man stood up and started for the door. As his hand reached for the handle, a shot rings out and our hero falls to the floor.

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