The Lies

We try to think of when they begun Murray speaks. It's That time The Lies We've been told And other sob stories Reid Freeman’s Birthday (Mon 15 12:00 AM - 11:59 PM) Someone my father out the Kaibash on Nowhere hear as Intense as I What does to me

HEroic Poetry 

She awoke to the beam of a man

The last days of January

well I don't know why to tell you the truth. I am crying right now.

Pergamum

to think of what might have been

This is what we do to ourselves

In the end, as human beings, this is what we do. It's madness, folly and ultimately, in undeniably sensible circles, potentially meaningless. Does the meaningless drive us mad? If one of us is crazy, aren't we all? The fact that it is in us to completely disavow ourselves from any identifiable features (human speech, our … Continue reading This is what we do to ourselves

Getting nervous, could be mistaken for Buddha

The bottom line, however, is that I need work and everything has either evaporated or been the usual, typical, so over-it-bullshit and what do you do in this case when you're not insane enough to be Van Gogh but you are as talented a dish washer, if that makes any allegorical sense to the four of you who blessedly pretend to understand me.

One of these days…

I'm gonna... and that's all I remember of what I think is a Pink Floyd song. I am still not sure where my voter's handbook is. I know there is something in there about a bond by the state of California. I know I care about two things, the water rules and the stop putting … Continue reading One of these days…