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Emergencies
Welcome to my world...
This dummy can feel it in his lungs
The opera stars are howling tragedies
Indian chief blows smoke
As the night crawls with shadows
Yes, I love it here. This is paradise.
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I am the Human Drug...
Beware the water. The water is poisoned. The water I drink is the water I love. David is the water that Harvey drinks. They all drink the water. The Water is just the most important resource, other than the air. It's not drugs, specifically--it's the trip itself, the whole trip. It's why they do the drugs, it's why Wendy shoplifts and has sex with ( Read more... ) -
Misguided Asshole Alert
I was thinking of just getting on the train tonight, taking it out to 16th and Mission, hitch the bus to the Castro district, and accomplishing the simple task of ordering and enjoying a beer in the possible company of other gay men like myself ( Read more... ) -
Next Step
Harvey appears to have no secrets ( Read more... ) -
Jugband Blues -- The TV Show
CONCEPT: THIS IS A TV SHOW ( Read more... ) -
A story about a woman and her younger brother - Act I
A young woman who has just finished school and has begun to live in the real world is visiting her family. Her younger brother, who is a junior in high school, has been having problems lately.
The parents go out of town, leaving the daughter to watch the brother and make sure nothing happens. She is of the mentality that the parents are too strict ( Read more... ) -
Links post
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The Unholy Mouth - Fear
Want to keep the mouth shut... Fear of the memories that others will have when I've spilled my bloody shit-covered paranoia... Writing songs about myself... It hurts so bad... It seems like it takes God-like heroism to know the truth and more importantly, accept that it is true. It is utterly insane that so much living is wasted mourning the ( Read more... ) -
Previously, on LOST ...
So ...
Writing a book is hard when you really want to tell the truth. I've been lying to myself, I know it -- only I can't tell which is which anymore.
Anyways ... that's Chapter Two of Chaos Mother Something ... It's a short chapter I know, but I remind you I'm still really high right now. -
Chaos Dream Mother
Sometimes there'll be a haze over the valley like a chubby ghost laid out on his back. Sometimes it's beautiful. Sometimes it looks like something's on fire where we can't see. There's also the sounds dogs and birds make and somewhere, the roar of the highway. And on December 31st of 1999 I stood here, looking down upon it, wondering if it was ( Read more... )