Jueves, 2 de junio de 2011. Ayer, casualmente, estaba leyendo las diferencias del nuevo sistema. Ahora, resulta que Windows desarrolló algo muy similar y abandonó el botón inicio por una pantalla llena de recuadros que activan los princip.

Friday, June 25, 2010. Until then, enjoy this new poem I wrote today. One dime at a time. The road to heaven has never been higher. But all you do is shiver,. All I can think to do is drink. My shirt sticks to my skin. Like cellophane on processed cheese. You tell me to quit killing. Myself one braincell at a time.

Dunno but nice to see another ecopsychology. Update by my colleague below. I rarely have a lot to say anyway. Well that not entirely true as I am prone to running my mouth on occasion. More of Ashley at Noirotica. Speed of light, speed of leaf drop.

Friday, May 28, 2010. And, a damn good one at that. He made these today for fun, and sent them to me at my office, for a little giggle. Wednesday, May 26, 2010. If dudes could fart out of their urethra on command, we .

Thursday, November 13, 2008. The Boy with the Mirror Face. One day, a boy was born and he was ordinary in every way except his face, which was made out of mirrors. His parents looked down at him with soft eyes and he felt safe and sound as love reached out from all of them. All was well and good. Next, the baby boy noticed a pain in the middle of his body and he was suddenly scared. A cry emanated and came forth that fit this pain exactly.

Monday, August 11, 2014. The figure study drawing .

Dane Bread and other related tennis items. Excerpt from the yet untitled and unfinished book from Randy Seals. Wednesday, October 22, 2008. More toxic thoughts to agress my brain. What would they do? Call me a coward and pull up my bootstraps? Thanks, but no. Not growing up, though, hell no, what would good would that do? Become one of them? Not toda.

Real life events and experiences told through the filter of unconscious rambling.