04/24/04 02:23 - ID#35226
Where Have All the Tidal Waves Gone?
That Tears for Fears song is true though, "I think it's kind of funny, I think it's kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."
If you've ever came face to face with a 40 foot tidal wave about to drop on you, you know how alive you feel in your sleep. I can't describe the feeling.
God I miss those days.
Well . . . there's always tonight.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/23/04 03:28 - ID#35225
Okay VS. Amazing
Knowing full well that, yes, this might be fun, but ultimately, it won't be the storybook romance you think will eventually happen, do you ride out that boat until you see the one you're supposed to be on? Well then what us that point of dating? It definitely befuddles the mind.
I like you.
Okay.
Let's go out.
Okay.
We're okay together.
Okay.
What's wrong.
It's okay.
I can't do okay, this I have realized. But do you do okay until you trip over amazing?
Has anyone seen amazing around?
And don't say everyone is, because it's all a matter of perspective.
And where does "good" come into play?
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/21/04 03:15 - ID#35224
Making Progress, shit, OW
okay, once more into the breach dear friends, once more.
I will say this - I WILL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.
I HOPE.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/21/04 12:22 - ID#35223
My Morning
And proper drunk I did get. Wow I'm a mess. MY fucking, fuck, fuckshit, ass, fuck, head hurts, fuck.
And I have work to do. A LOT OF WORK TO DO. OW. Bullshit. Fuck. Damnit fuck shit.
ah fuck.
shit.
fuck.
Aspirin. Yes aspirin. Fuck.
I don't think I'm getting my point across - I'm in pain. Okay, talk to you later.
fuck.
Ow.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/20/04 10:36 - ID#35222
My Issue
Paul, Terry and Emily pretty much summed up the day. To be honest, this has been an odd day all filled with massive realizations about myself which started at 8:11 in the morning after I woke up from the fifth alarm I set. Here it is.
I live in squalor and I don't mind.
But I realize that this might be why I'm off. My motivation is shit and if I think I'm more tired than I've ever been in my life. You know what, this is to much to get into right now.
I need a drink. I'll be doing the allentown circuit if anyone's out and about. I might just really dedicate myself to getting proper drunk tonight, so I apologize in advance to all.
I do this because I can, and therein lies my issue . . . or at least the start of it . . .
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/19/04 12:39 - ID#35221
The Wrong War
It's called the Wrong War and 'tis brief . . . as a President's love. At this point, I don't think that even voting him out will make a dent in his plan. The damage is done and hate is in the world. Any hope? I'm looking for it.
I will be there tomorrow, rock in hand. That's most likely the only thing that will open this man's mind.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/18/04 11:34 - ID#35220
The Allegory of the Seashell, a question
But this time you find one that's incredible, and I mean great. Your pockets are full and you cannot carry anymore, so you have to carry it in your hand. But you also have a coffee in hand, so really, your choice is to either pick up the shell and walk back home to read the New Yorker over banana pancakes and/or avocado, ham, mushroom, and cheese omelettes, or rather continue down the beach looking for more, knowing full well that the shell in your hand (assuming of course that you cannot get rid of the shells in your pocket, as they are for someone else and you don't have the right) will suffer the fate of being moved and dropped when you find one that suits your needs more. It doesn't care, but your guilt is larger than any feelings this thing might have.
So here you are. A beach filled with sea shells, and breakfast waiting for you, getting cold.
Keep looking . . . or go and eat your omelette, shell in hand . . . what do you do?
any takers . . .
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/18/04 11:21 - ID#35219
Me
and will do everyday from now on when it's above 45 and there's no hail
okay, well i just posted this and it looks weird. I didn't see those lines on when I drew it but hey, whaddyagonnado
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/15/04 10:03 - ID#35218
Pirsig/Trzeciak
-Pirsig
More often than not, it's always better to travel than to arrive.
-Trzeciak
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Location: Buffalo, NY
04/15/04 03:34 - ID#35217
And what a good Woody it was (see below)
So then I find out that this would be Mrs.Asshole has been married three other times! In the same goddamn day!
So we finished anyway because I'm never one to walk away from something I've started and of course, I'm catholic, so once you make the decision . . . besides I changed my name, so I'd like to know who's the real scammer here. Ha HA!
So she signs my cert and I sign hers and it's official, especially because it looks as though one person signed all of them. I know fate when I see it.
So then the moment of truth came . . . all over the place, and we parted. So of course like any other wedding, I ended up at the bar. And like Kermit says, we did just what we set out to do, thanks to the lovers, the dreamers, and you.
What a great pissed off wedding and I thank you Mrs.Asshole.
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Location: Buffalo, NY
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