Halloween in portland is like LSD on PCP. Its a Mean Bastard of a day, with a noticeable crescendo starting and ending about a week on either side. The parties are all terrible. something about Halloween seems to extract all of the idiots, dolts dumbasses from any community and throw them all together.

I was sitting in my room a few days ago when i heard the cry of some small animal. It came from across the street in a row of thick bushes. A squirrel, or maybe a cat. It was a foreign feeling, hearing this sound, this sound that was totally new to me. It made my stomach twist up, and my insides feel like they were being wrenched out. i knew this ( Read more... )

I watched my train pull away today
but thats okay.
you know im going to go somewhere,
someday.

when the rain is pouring
the night is so far from the morning

there are many shadows
hidden in the light

I'm beginning to become incredibly bored with society. today, i went into anchorage to get a new rain jacket, and possibly some other things for The Fortification. I left the house at around 12 30, which would give me enough time to get my check from Focus, deposit it, and then do some shopping in anchorage before i went to work at 8pm. Well, i got ( Read more... )

Beaten by confused desperation ( Read more... )

i watched the flat white side of the building opposite the airport terminal awake with the sun, beginning at a nearly invisable black, to an eye squinting bright white, nearly a mirror, shooting the concentrated sunset straight to the back of my eyes. My rods and cones were working some serious overtime. ive got about three hours before i can check ( Read more... )

9:34 pm, Sarasota, Florida. Besides all of the beach, fish and beer happening, about a week ago, the family and i went to disneyworld. here is an exerpt of my thoughts ( Read more... )

there was piss on the rim of the toilet, and all hope for a safe landing had plummeted out of the window and was probably reaching maximum velocity. My gardener had taken too many mushrooms, and was convinced that Einstein had given him two bagels. there was a sick contortion to the night, one that could only be reached with the right amount of ( Read more... )

a man without love
is a man without life.
a man without love,
is no man at all.
just some weeping lump of grey matter.
some worthless excuse,
for a life not lived.
cut short.