John Mayer
Current mood: better.
Category: better. Music

    I don't care what he's done wrong anymore.  I had a shitty day.  I listened to three of his songs.  I feel better.  That's all I care about.  Good job Johnny M.  

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Sticks, stones, rocks, paper.
Current mood: sleepish.
Category: sleepish. Dreams and the Supernatural

    As a child I dreamt of building cities.  I made them out of blocks.  I stacked plastic bricks into countless, endless skyscrapers, each one taller than the last.  I drew plans for streets, I sketched towers and bridges across scrap paper my mother got for free.  At night, I thought of names for my cities, what my Mayor's mansion would look like, how I would run things.  I didn't want to run for office.  I didn't want fill out forms.  I just wanted to watch someplace rise out of the dust and bow down before me.  This may seem like the formula for a maniacal dictator, and maybe it is.  However, I'm lucky to enough to come from a place where these kinds of ambitions are funneled not into coups or assassinations, but letters and words.  I'm lucky enough to come from a place where I can write, and make those cities rise up out of nothing.  Libropolis can rise out of the confusing jungle of knowledge and soar with silver, mirror-paned towers and bridges to nowhere.  The people can be known for their peculiar obsession with eyeglasses and lenses of all kinds.  And I can rule it all, gloriously, one words after another, each kneeling in humble black and white upon a page.  

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Seven sent the silver star.
Current mood: SLAM!
Category: SLAM! Dreams and the Supernatural

    I don't know what it means either,
this place in the ether,
return, defeat her,
repeat and delete
    for
king, country, castle, cloud,
collick clown and freezing frown
torn apart and restated delusion
what's left is far from illusion. 
The fuse,
    in theory, the next best thing to
             the bang, the third best thing to
                   the fire, that licks across lips
       and slides shadows across our faces,
    each one a mask,
without the better blast begun
    the bitter blocks break brazen, bold. 

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Brains
Current mood: ask me later.
Category: ask me later. Dreams and the Supernatural

    I've been thinking lately, and that's a sure sign of trouble.  What's on my mind, you don't ask?  The same things that are on your mind, though you probably don't use your mind enough to realize there's shit sitting on top of it.  The shit in question?  God.  Mortality.  Sex.  Purpose.  Hair. 
    I like God.  He seems to be a nice kind of diety.  But I wish everyone would stop telling me how to talk with him and let the dude speak for himself.
    I don't want to die.  I have a lot of loose ends that I would like to tie up before I go.  However, if I was dead, it wouldn't really matter, would it?  (And that's the big question.  Would it?) 
    Sex.  It seems like an awful lot of work for very little.  Again, I wish everyone would just shut up and let me and sex work something out that doesn't involve belittling either of us. 
    I think I'm close to finding my purpose in life.  I just wish everyone would shut up and.... well, maybe I should go talk with everyone.  They seem to be the root of all this trouble, don't they? 
    I guess it doesn't really have anything to do with you, internetland.  You're not really connected to the real world.  I could write on you all I like and it wouldn't make one lick of difference in the day-to-day, non-binary, analog world. 











                Would it? 

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What is on my mind soon comes out my mouth
Current mood: scrawny manorexis
Category: scrawny manorexis Dreams and the Supernatural

Alright, so today I had a fight with a bird
But he was all action, didn't say a single word
And he was red and black this bird with which I skirm'ed
But he was after me and not a worm
He was protecting his nest, but
God damn it, it's MY grape vine
And if I have to perturb a bird to keep it so, fine.

I got a video of the thing.  I couldn't stop laughing
at how stupid it all was, everything happening.
My fighting a bird and her walking away,
his addiction, their lives, their not calling. 
My life falls in to a dream with every
waking moment.  Ripped away from reality,
things dry up more clearly.  Set free from fear, we,
fire frosty faucets first, see?
Never did rehearse, she
never knew her lines but I couldn't care. 
But that's just the way it falls every now'.

And this is why I love to listen to The Streats
leader of the Beats, kicks it with Beat
Stevie.  And baby, he be,
the hottest art-t since Tatsuya Ishid'.
Man I love that comic strip. 
Back on topic:

    Life is like a trip
    to the vets, except
    you're the dog, and
    no one snips off your
    hair.  What?  Oh, life is like
    a bit of a tiff
    between you and your BFF
    when you both know that you're both going
    to forgive and forget it all before too long,
    only instead of being the one arguing,
    you're being argued over by life and death. 
    That's right. 

Life is an argument.  Eventually, we'll forget.  Can you forgive?

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Rhythmic Riff
Current mood: Dissolved.
Category: Dissolved. Dreams and the Supernatural

Tell me.

Why does what we see
revolve around the beats
of little black boxes boxed
around by keyboards and firing
circuits in a steady pattern.
The thrum makes us twist,
it makes her hips swivel,
hair bob, eyes sparkle.

But I have eyes, and I use them. 

Refocus, now, on that
which we leave unseen: the parable of the window,
and its inherint fallacy.
If the window makes work,
because it is broken,
it also takes
because it was owned.

The desert sun sweeps the rest and turns
what was left of a golden sunrise
into the flat valley.  The lion
bounding across raises its head
at the scent of a zebra, and they fight.
There will be an obvious victor,
but both animals assume the traditional fighting stances,
assured of their place in the world.

Now shine. 

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More Character Info.
Current mood: topographically accurate.

    The character wrote a "to do list."  All it said was "Get High."  He checked it three times.

The character raps spontaneously. 
The character knows all the words to "Clint Eastwood" by Gorillaz.
The character eats his eggs with ketchup.  He's not sure why. 

The character broke up with her boyfriend because he has horrible taste in movies.
The character does not know she has terrible taste in movies.
The character writes down whatever he thinks is funny, which never is.
The character wrote a hit cit-com in the '90's.
The character has the world on a string, but it doesn't mean a thing.

The character has to pee. 

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Walking out with my head held high.
Current mood: Liberated
Category: Liberated MySpace

Tonight, I was going to talk about maturity.  I planned to write a brief but thorough insight into its benefits and fallbacks, weighing pragmatism and respect against impulse and rebellion.  Ultimately, it would shame many a young hoodlum into action, starting a slow renewal of ordered society.  I envisioned a puritan revival, a cleansing of the internet and the world of all that is frivolous.  "Tomorrow's youth will debate politics with insight and fervor!" I exclaimed.  I was poised to change the world.

Then, I realized that this serious, life-changing work of genius would be posted on MySpace.com. 

The irony gave me a nosebleed.

I realized, then, that I don't like MySpace.  It is a cesspool for the senseless, a breeding ground for the brainless, an utter waste of precious time.  It nourishes nosiness and fosters frivolity.  It should frighten small children. 

And yet, I have spent so much time here.  Surely to cut and run now would be just as wasteful.  Have I helped, at all?  Have I at least left MySpace better than when I found it?  Have I moved anyone to action, anyone to be a better person?

I cannot stand staying any longer.  I cannot stand to hang around long enough to destroy my carefully laid-out profile.  I will leave a note, though, breadcrumbs for the world to follow out of the dark flickering pages of MySpace.com and into the light.  I leave them, and I don't look back. 

If you feel like growing up, and coming to the great clear fields of the real world with me, drop me an e-mail.  E-mail is more convenient and less addictive than MySpace.  lockefortytwo@yahoo.com. 

I'll see you on the other side. 

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To Amherst We Go!
Current mood: chipper
Category: School, College, Greek

So I visitied Hampshire College in Amherst Massachusetts Saturday, and I loved it.  The curriculum, that campus, and especially the people.  It's completely different from UNH, and every other school I've ever heard of, for that matter.  I could go on and on about Divisions and the organization of it and stuff, but that might bore you.  Instead, I'll say two things about it: No grades.  No tests.  Ever. 

I guess that was technically three, but whatever.  You get the point.

My dad came with me.  He was tired and old, and hobbled around a bit, but he kept up well, asked a lot of questions, and was generally fun to hang with.  I felt pretty cool when I knew more about the college than the other people there, and that I was not latched onto my parent the entire time.  And my dad really is the man.



We saw some cool things.  Here are some of them:









But the best thing of all was the graffiti, as you can tell by the background and my new ID Pic.  Most of it was confined to the Wall, a place designated for graffiti so as to curb any excess spray-painting across the really pretty campus.  It worked pretty well, though there was some, like this one on the library:



And these scattered throughout campus:



But the wall definately wins.  It is awesome.  I want to go to Hampshire for many, many reasons.  Among them is someday contributing to that wall...

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As Promised...
Current mood: bouncy
Category: School, College, Greek

Here are some pics from the UNH visit.  Unfortunately, none of the chair pictures came out, nor did we get a shot of the cone.  I guess disposable cameras hate me, just like midgets.  There are some sweet shots, though...

First, there's Maggie. 

She's weird.

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