Like Pessimistic Pointilism.
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Writing and Poetry

the corners are turned, Dog eared
to remember the moments lost.
this way, we remember late nights alone,
in crowded rooms, where the smell of
alcohol and cigarettes fills nostrils
and burns of youth. tired, so very..........

slipping and painting pictures inside,
tiles are cool against my face, lying here
counting the stains on this floor, dirty floor.
childlike wishes to never do this again,
knowing it will refrain like the chorus in a
bad song. the tiles are so cold against wet
bare skin.

outside, there is laughter, intoxicated and
hilarious. the joke is on you though. here
comes the rush.......................................

spinning
around
everything
slides to
the left
and
then
to
the
right,
the cool
tile
of
the
floor
slips
away as i try to stand.....

and once again...... you are lost.

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mystery.
Current mood: bullied
Category: Writing and Poetry

transcendental.
points of islands, mystery times the
lights that shine. moments
without moments
within, we are sheltered.
quiet and quilted, we are.

points. and there within
is the mystery.

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i have forgotten everything i knew
Current mood: enough of this.
Category: enough of this. Writing and Poetry

Quiet comes,
calm cools the skin.
Perfection is in
this little Detail.
this moment,
this God.

So the Quiet comes,
it walks slowly
down
         cobblestone
   streets
clicking and clopping
in the style of
Jack the Ripper.
                                     it mimics
the movements of
a whore,
and beckons ears
to hears of the calm.

Before the storm,
before the rain,
before the lightening,
before the hell.
in this moment,
i have forgotten
everything i once
knew, and
that
is
the
best
place
to

start.

Currently listening : So This Is Goodbye By Junior Boys Release date: 12 September, 2006

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what happened to scary movies?
Current mood: muah hahahahahaaaaaa
Category: muah hahahahahaaaaaa Movies, TV, Celebrities

so i am thoroughly disappointed with Horror movies as of late. ever since Scream came out, they have been on a downward spiral to hell. there are three catagories of the new horror movie, and they all suck and disturb me. they are:

1. Remakes
2. Gore Fests.
3. teenie bopper Horror.

Remakes disgust me. i don't think i have ever seen a remake in any genre that i was happy with, but horror movies especially fail miserably, (did anyone see The Hills Have Eyes? The first one sucked, and they did a remake, and then a sequel. pointless waste of time). The Invasion was ridiculous. War of the Worlds was mere overuse of CGI. Remakes blow.

Gore Fests. From Cabin Fever to Saw to Hostel, all of which sucked, they are portals for bloodspattering scenes that merely turn the stomach, they don't scare. I am not a person into gore, i know some people are, but i don't feel like being queasy is the same as being scared. (and who needs 4 movies of Saw???).

The Teenie Bopper horror movie is my least favorite, but my most favorite to hate. Producers should put Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jennifer Love Hewitt in every Teenie Bopper horror movie, along with God Awful Freddie Prinze Junior. Halloween 2.0 was a who's who of castaway teen drama failures, pop culture disasters, and twentysomething lepers.

There have been only a handful of good scary movies. The Ring was decent. that is about all I'm coming up with now. you have to go back a few years to get something good. Poltergeist, Silence of the Lambs, The Hellraiser Series. Phantasm, Then earlier, of course, The Omen, The Amityville Horror, and earlier still, and my personal Fave, Rosemary's Baby.

on a side note, can you imagine Hollywood doing a remake of something as great and campy as Attack of the Killer Tomatoes?!?! Can you see the overall huge use of CGI and Blue screening? that would ruin one of the best 'worst' movies of all time.

Currently listening : Nosferatu - The First Vampire Release date: 18 March, 2003

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understanding is too much sometimes
Current mood: blah blah blah
Category: blah blah blah Writing and Poetry

cover me in soft apathy
let me child-like the rest
of my existance. knowing
is to know too much.

whispers darken reign away
( i enjoy walking in
the reign.)

troubled times crawl and transpose
:super-impose:
seemlessly cathode ray tube
wears away my tolerance.

tidal wave information,
twenty-four hours a day,
it may be too much.
is it ever enough?

Currently listening : Friendly Fa$cism By Consolidated Release date: 07 May, 1991

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barter2007
Current mood: tit for tat
Category: tit for tat Life

i want to start trading things.....
if anyone has a a cool laptop sleeve that they want to trade for something let me know.

we could start a community of barters and see where it goes.
i also have:

a few empty CD cases that hold 90 cd's.
The Esteban Guitar DVD's
A set of Aiwa Home stereo speakers.
a large 32 inch television.

(ok ok ok..... i am going to put a list together. let's barter........)

Currently listening : Rebel Swing By Unai Release date: 04 September, 2001

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the gentle knife
Current mood: who cares.... i am alive and happy
Category: who cares.... i am alive and happy Writing and Poetry

hand it to me.
soft-spoken,
cool against the skin,
and synchronized with
social graces.........

yesterday, i faked everything.
i simply commented and you
held my hand, rebirth, for one
moment, the knife slide side
through cord.

awaken, syllables send shivers,
words roll like pebbles, slick
from water and algae. i am inside now.
the doors are shut, and the window
are breeze-ridden, i curl R's with my
tongue like Latin phrase-forgotten.

simple songs seem sordid when
time can't get through.
it needs to be morning
it needs to be morning.

Currently listening : A Love Moderne By Unai Release date: 16 May, 2006

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dirty words can be clean only if you say them the right way...
Category: Writing and Poetry

media in frenzy,
pandering commodity,
consumer this, consumer that,
rest assured, and sellsellsell.

walking crypt, encrypted in
crisp, frilly handwriting,
"it's the delivery, you see,
it's not what they are saying,
but how they are saying it."

pencils down, and moments
later, the sensationalized apt
pupil becomes the teacher,
and lessons are learned.

Currently listening : Business of Punishment By Consolidated Release date: 09 August, 1994

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resting for a moment on the side of a creek before i move on.
Current mood: look at me!! i am grizzled!!!!
Category: look at me!! i am grizzled!!!! Writing and Poetry

God at his best
can't create a memory.

(sitting on this rock,
this rock beside a creek
somewhere in the mountains
of  North Carolina. the water is
cold. my feet are numb ankle-down.
grass grows kneehighnearby, trees
thicken before you approach the
road again. here by myself, i could
stay and i wonder if i should. become
a wilderness person. one of those people.
grow a beard and kill deer for food
and clothing. spear fish. eat berries
and not care whether they are poisonous.
[it wouldn't matter; i would build up an immunity].
trap bear and skin them. build a cabin.
i laugh at the thought of me building a cabin.
i tried to build a table once. it came out uneven and
very funny looking. peculiar may be a better word.
i ended up stealing one of those huge wire spools and
using that for a table instead. anyway.....
the water makes that noise that creeks make. that sound
that could lull a person off  to sleep. maybe i should stay
here. anything i need to know i could learn, right?
live off the land. become one. all that shit. i would learn it all,
right? i imagine myself deep in the woods somewhere up
here. laying in wait as a bear approaches. as he passes me,
i pounce. knife in hand, i begin the attack. the bear, a worthy
adversary, is no match for the ambush.
     i shake my head in defiance of this ridiculous thought.
maybe i could fish for food. pick a spot and build a riverside hut
just out of the way. fish for food. drink purified rainwater filtered through
a system of pipes and containment systems. that's it. i will do this.
i will leave the world behind, and i will live here. happy. that's what
i will be. one with this land. me and the Appalachia's. i will stay here.
no more bills. no more bosses. just me. just me.......

hhmmmpph................

a car back on the road. it broke the ridiculous thought pattern. that was
a strange train i was on. strange train of thought. i could never kill
a bear with my bare hands, or a deer. i have never caught anything
fishing and wouldn't know what to do with it if i could catch fish. and
build a house??? i can't even build credit to buy a house. it's late.
i have to drive home. rent is due. i have to work tomorrow. i need a
twix bar. is there a gas station around here? i hope they sell cheerwine.

Currently reading : The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook By Joshua Piven Release date: 01 October, 1999

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gibberish pt 13 ( the confusing part of the day.)
Current mood: whatever....
Category: whatever.... Writing and Poetry

part one (1)

self realization.
counting teeth
not knocked out
by defeat of me.

the tricky part of any day
is self realization. the words
don't seem to roll of
of  the diseased tongue.
they only flow when
you already: (too ready?)

when you already know yourself,
what else is there to look for?

part two(2)

i am lost here.
and not a moment too soon.
self realized self, and the
mirror hated i with me looking back.
empty within itself, nothing
but blank eyes staring back at me.
and not a moment too soon.
reflection of a self that changed without
hesitation.  no words could
penetrate the hollow tree shelf life of
tomorrow's guesses. 

wishing
won't do it.
hoping
won't do it
dreaming
won't do it.

doing will do it.
but how do i?

Currently listening : The Warning By Hot Chip Release date: 13 June, 2006

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gibberish pt. 22 (on the subject of searching for moments lost)
Current mood: confused
Category: Writing and Poetry

hazy heat slows human to crawl:

and scratch it's way through day
light of dawn breaking glass.
shadows shattered silently
while the music plays; the record
still spins circles and the dance floor
might move.

lost moments, one after the other
dissappearing, relationships rebuilt
from ground zero of tragedy.

the soul knows no restraint. it is
wanton and wild, waxing and waning
like a metronome, a pendulum swinging
in time with the beat. moments lost,
seconds, minutes, etc...

they go on and on.

and on the record the needle still plays,
it drags across seconds away from
tomorrow. today though, music is the
soundtrack for moments lost, and
forming memory gained.

Currently listening : So This Is Goodbye By Junior Boys Release date: 12 September, 2006

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hello again....
Category: Life

i am back to writing. ideas are flowing. i took a break for a while only to collect my thoughts and search some more. i didn't find anything. there is nothing really out there. it's a void. a blank void..... so i will stay here.... and write some more.

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from the wreckage.
Category: Writing and Poetry

from the wreckage of 1977,
from gas shortages and cold wars,
from scandals and star wars,
from the death of a king
and a grandfather, a life is made.

from the wreckage of 1977,
and born of ire, with teeth
never fully forming, comes a life.
a life like no other.

burned retina, now reaganomics
vaccinated against political strife.
eyes adjust through placenta only
recently have i adjusted.

searching for ever for every thing
that people have to feel whole.

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violence and the blame....
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

adolf hitler didn't play video games.
he didn't listen to rap music.
he never saw the terminator

neither did charles whitman
neither did jack the ripper.

fuck you doctor phil.

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the legacy that has been left for us....
Current mood: tidal waves
Category: tidal waves Writing and Poetry

black smoke indictment
lungs full: heavy
this is the legacy
that has been left for me.

life loud mortuary.
halo cloud and hole
in the sky. no more
meaning here than this.

landfill mouth and tongue,
your baby boom from
world war two, left us scarred
earth, and you ask now.

not care no i,
sinister goodbyes, left
generation X with your
motherfucking mess.

so ask now, ask full
and fill your lungs
with the stench of cities
buried under you.

foolish whispers,
no one cares. why should
we, should i, should you.
asteroid heading this way.......

Currently listening : The Process By Skinny Puppy Release date: 27 February, 1996

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