The day I died your face was on my mind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjdxD9zvsG4

Whats on my mind

How i'm feeling

depression in an empty room with a loaded agenda. I fucking hate this feeling.

Happy Birthday (!)

The thing I will hope to remember is that while I never got the pleasant bullshit I wanted, I at least got the intent right. Happy birthday Gizmo, and Aimee and whoever I may have missed. Happy birthday to me and the everclear to bring us home

thoughts from the overused muse

fiction for you from Rob Schrab:

She wasn't very nice to me. I thought I could change her heart. Because I saw something in her.

...hope. Hope that life was more than just staying alive. And that all this crazy stuff would be worth it...because at the end of this...
she would be with me.

A building concern

I found a quote while researching William S. Burroughs for a class. If I were better at this academic bit I would be smart enough to remember who I am quoting. Enjoy!

"The Cutter, the Exterminator, the old man of The Assassins Mountain can hope that the truth will make us free. But it may also damn us to a stasis stripped of plausibility. And at best in the resultant silence to say goodbye we are caught forever in the act of saying goodbye with no energy left to greet anything else..."

An open apology to whoever in the hell comes next

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you"

emotion->belief->agenda->outcome. Everything I have to offer now or probably will.

my assertion to whatever comes next. This is all I have to say tonight.

the end