| Twilight
Economy faith tanks hard, economy fairies got tired and fat and unattractive.
Moved to STL
Tried to live in Chicago. see economy fairies. no jobs for dime a dozen deziners
Deer hits a MAzda 3 at 80mph leaves a $5000 impression that gets marked down to $500.
reading the bible just to get things straight
learning Code to teach robots lessons
getting called a gayphobe and racist behind my back just cause I like Ron Paul doesnt mean I like the establishment stop watching the tv for your information and go learn the stupid shit your congressbeast is spending your money on. "mammal awareness"
getting political and then forgetting what I was gonna say oh yeah
reading the bible.
looking for fights i'll never be able to get into
loosing respect for the homeless
yogurt and grapenuts
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| It's been awhile since I've posted hasn't it?
Yes I almost forgot about you until I clicked a link on a facebook page and it took me to these hallowed halls of creation.
Sorry I've been away. Since we last spoke there is no band. no Sleeepwalker Symbolo or whatever
there is every person spead across the map
i went to Colombia the country and ate everything and photographed everything. Before that I rotted for a year in prison in Springfield. I made a movie about a paranoid schitzophrenic the first half and spent the last have explaining it wasn't about me. I had nothing to do with the charicter. I had nothing to do with my charicter thing Im in now. in reality i think i fell into the deep end and i just decided to finally find out how deep the pool goes. Never did that when I was a kid. Stayed up top on the surface. Sometimes I'd go to the mid point before it drops off into oblivion. Feel my toes into the colder darker space, ride that little floaty rope.
Do you get the metaphore I've tried to make here? I'm trying to be nice. And positive. Do you sense that?
Hot. Gnarly. I don't know what you've been doing while I've been gone. I hope its good and worth it.
I'll leaf you with some words: wizdOM
From an epic purple future being
with blazing medalions nestled in a forest of powerfull chest hair
robed in Alizerin Crimson
THe being SAYs YES
it's collective mouths in chorus
weeeeeeee!
Loved,
Your trueley
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| I ripped big ass watching cider house rules. It was during the abortion scene.
Nasty.
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| It's about a retarded person raised in the woods by his parents.
He was raised in complete isolation. He'd never seen another human being.
He may or may not be able to speak to animals.
His dad died ten years ago.
And his mother has just slipped on some river rocks and died.
Now, with both of his parents dead, he's forced to confront the world alone.
He begins to hear horrible beasts in the distance.
He goes out searching for the sounds but finds himself lost in the fog of the mountains each time.
The groaning and screaming beasts move closer...louder...
Soon it surrounds him. He's paralyzed with fear.
He corners himself in his parents bedroom, shaking under all of their blankets.
After starving for days, dehydrated, he decides to confront the beasts.
He gathers the largest river rocks he can carry and with his fathers sling - heads up the mountain.
The sounds grow louder and stronger as he reaches the peak. He can feel their movements in his chest and through the earth.
A sudden stillness...
From the thinning in the fog he sees the giant arm of the monster as it reaches and tears a tree from the earth.
The man shutters in amazement. The fog rolls off, slowly revealing the dirty yellow beast in it's entirety.
The monster holds the dying tree aloft as it calls out a challenge to the man.
The man weeps at the sight of this. He places his largest river rock into the sling and hurls it into the eye of the beast.
The rock flies true and crashes through the control seat of the logging rig killing the operator instantly.
The great monster falls silent and stiff.
The man lets out a wail of victory.
Other sounds come out of the trees below. strange, familiar.
The man gathers his rocks and sling and heads home before the sounds get any closer.
In a matter of days the loggers find the mans home. They enter with chainsaws drawn and chop his body into tiny little pieces.
THE END
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