Someone told me this was offensive. I am unsure about that. I remember when “The Ringer” came out, staring Johnny Knoxville. I got in line with some others about what an “offensive” prospect this movie was. I later realized, through reading about the film and it’s support from the Special Olypmics, that just because someone [...]

I don’t normally blog about stuff like this, but I saw the news items and almost threw up on my computer (which is rare on Wednesdays).
Now I’m not the most reverent guy on the block, as a matter of fact I think I made some joke about my own mother’s vagina not 10 minutes ago. [...]

Sorry Genevieve, but you knew it would happen one day. It’s just sad that today is that day.
Below is my new love, my soul mate, the Singer 348……

Some highlights of the past few weeks.

Random fun with Cole Gamble. I can’t figure out if I like him more with or without the settings. You decide which is more awesome.

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Lose control of my fixie going down Sandy.
Tell Jon I just found a piece of beef in my bean and cheese burrito.
Dress like Guy Fawkes near a Scientology building.
Forget to finish my art projects.

Now I really CAN go faster.

Change my name to Max Shenanigans
Buy a name tag
Be up to no good.

My neighbors are having sex. Upstairs neighbors. They do it a lot, and I’m pretty sure directly over my desk. It doesn’t bother me though, it’s the city. Where would they do it? Quietly in the bathroom. I wouldn’t. At least not regularly. I envy them really. I miss the distraction of sex. Or maybe [...]

I was sopping wet. Assaulted by the wind and the water and the ride. My legs, burning, fighting the gusts; my eyes, twitching, stabbed with the freezing rain. I remember thinking, “What am I doing here? Why am I not just coasting along like everyone else?” Because I’m not a coaster. Not anymore. It’s not [...]

one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason the undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals [...]

It’s getting to me too much.
I don’t even know how to think about it.
Kenny is dead.
The funny little kid. Obsessed with beanie babies and fishing in the fake pond at the camp.
He followed me around a lot, you know. Always kind of looking at me like I had something he could learn.
Then I quit working [...]

- excerpts from new story concept – (see 7/18 post for beginning)
Fix cranked the last few turn on the main bolt attaching the air filter to the side of the carburetor. He glanced back over at the box of his mother’s keepsakes and letters. The one letter from this “Kurt” creeped through the back of [...]

- excerpts from new story concept – (see 7/18 post for beginning)
He wrenched his hands together, squatting there in the garage next to his beloved motorcycle. A small box on the bottom of the garage shelves caught his eye. It looked like it had his mothers name still faintly written in marker on the side. [...]

- excerpts from new story concept – (see 7/18 post for beginning)
Fix straightened his head, and Roman walked around to his backside again.
“You’re such a twerp,” Roman said softly.
Fix fought a small laugh, what the hell is a twerp anyway?
“You think something is funny?” Roman asked as he poured himself a vodka from the wet [...]

I saw her emerging through the bussel of souls at the corner of Salmon and 2nd. She was smiling, the glistening smile she always had. My knees felt like jelly and my stomach shot into my throat. Four years now, and I was never given the chance to say goodbye. Every thing I packed [...]

- excerpts from new story concept –
He revved the engine twice more, pumping fuel through the heart of the beast, trying not to flood her too much. Motorcycles weren’t meant to stand still, and neither was Fix. Three years without running out of road, in one manner or another, so the thought of stopping [...]

An earlier entry, now published:
The world as I know it will never be the same. I’ve been in Portland for four days now and I am unsure if the gravity of my choice will ever fully manifest. To say that things are much different here would be a lie. It is not the change of [...]

goodbye.

the abstraction of self
across a boulevard of things to come.
finding me, finding myself,
sitting in the graces of of [...]

pretentious little fingers
thought and abstract time
running up and down the phrases
finding weakness in words and rhymes
wondering about tomorrow
wandering throughout today
constant flowing cheek and tounge
ever knowing not what will come
god i sit as a man, under influence
of impotence and omniscience and time
time, time, sweet little ticks
of that turning clock we age
and strolling through the next memory
i [...]

At the dawn of every new era one spirit is split into two bodies. They possess the binary of being. The ying and yang as some have put it. These two bodies, when set next to each other, fir like pieces in a puzzle, equally consuming each other indefinitely. So it is true of our [...]

“There is nothing with which every man is so afraid as getting to know how enormously much he is capable of doing and becoming.”
- Kierkegaard
I was thinking on war this morning. Just about the art of war, the passion and the reasons. I remembered the Romans, who fought for glory, to be remembered. They made [...]

I really don’t think I believe in love.
Not because I’m single, not because I’m a cynic, and especially not because I have been “burned” in the past.
This is a hard thing for people to hear. But, since I am not currently in any romantic entanglements, I think I can say it aloud and not fear [...]

I am nothingness in a red-tinted wrapper.
“The eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.”
Then inverted.
“The quick darkness of a weighty heart.”
I am beyond myself. over. under. around.
A few weeks have not brought me rest from my last thoughts here. I am only more tired. perpetually. like a zombie. roaming the earth. for rest, or something like [...]

it is in the apex of this darkness, under the stillness of the moon. i find myself looking at myself, wondering where it all turned into this. reality has swallowed us whole, the bones and flesh and every piece in between…every gritty inch of human want. and every slippery centimeter of human greatness.
here i am. [...]