tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61082072012-02-06T01:23:55.228-05:00Poesía amor y narcóticoMnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6951100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-84241864587787949642010-04-01T00:53:00.006-04:002010-04-02T14:09:34.250-04:00

The day came when there would be no work. We predicted rain and hail the next day. Regardless of how it looked when we woke up there would be no work. Kip and I planned a trip to the coast to free up our minds. We wanted to see the expansive pacific and maybe remind ourselves how small our problems were. I brought a frozen bottle of mushroom tea for myself and Kip if he wanted- to reinforce it

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We had been building an outdoor kitchen in February and March. The mornings were cold and there were many days we called it early because of hail and rain coming down from the coast over Hope mountain: the snow peaked monolith whose shadow we always stood in. When it was too cold to work and too cold to hike or fish Kip and I would just hole up in our little Dolphin mobile home and read or

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This blog- dormant now for over a year and past its prime for close to four years was never as big on Love as the title suggests. And it was not so much about Drugs as it was experimentation. Poetry it had. Poetry it was and synergy and youthful exuberance. This blog was not started by me, but I was one of the first to contribute to the over 700 posts. We started as friends who lived very near

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-63368724573620713212008-12-22T16:06:00.000-05:002008-12-22T16:07:44.803-05:00

.I welcome the water after the whiskeymy well-being is washingdown the waistline of winterthe war is wailingbut not in the westhere, we just wait.I wake up and walkand welcomethe white snow.all these woes,and all i can say iswhoa. we'rejust wastingaway.isn't it wonderful?

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-37974823991091376802008-12-17T14:03:00.002-05:002008-12-17T14:12:53.924-05:00

outside my bedthere is a cold dead winter;gravity kneading its knucklescrunching down the vertebrae.there is a world of war and worrycancer and clear cutsmillions of internet bloggersand telemarketers,tellin' you they know what it'sall about (maybe they do)outside of these coversthere is a deflating worldhissing out the last of the helium,the streets are whited outand in all anglesthere is an

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-30763381219083117302008-05-16T02:43:00.001-04:002008-05-16T02:47:50.151-04:00

in the interest of not sitting around and doing nothing with my time off i think i'm going to start writing again. i wrote really crappily after i stopped doing coke all the time and my mind tried tricking me into thinking that i can only write well if i give in and buy some yayo. it did that with a lot of things. coke sucks. anyways, i've got a blog at electricfeel.wordpress.com where i'll

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My liver claws at my inner intestines when the third glass of port wineFalls from my bent handGet me the fuck out of this rib cageHe saysDrown me in mercury,He says.Donate me to that woman in the wheelchairWho got smothered by the grate of that F-350I’m not exactly at ease in here,He says.But, thank the devilI have my headphones onAnd I can’t hear him complaining.It’s just a silent mumbleIn my

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http://weburbanist.com/2008/02/17/7-more-unusually-geeky-approaches-to-graffiti-from-remote-control-robots-to-digital-pixel-writing/nerd graffiti

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-60270321395415229272008-03-03T13:15:00.002-05:002008-03-03T13:16:45.126-05:00

Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened. - Lawrence DurrellThe gods too are fond of a joke. - AristotleLife is a sexually transmitted disease. - RD Laing

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-71606936661435011642008-02-24T22:18:00.000-05:002008-02-24T22:19:12.989-05:00

proof

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-10898554150933089092008-02-24T13:55:00.000-05:002008-02-24T13:56:12.010-05:00

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit. - W. Somerset Maugham

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"He ne'er is crowned with immortalityWho fears to follow where airy voices lead."- John Keats

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-82564733319989475802008-02-13T00:27:00.000-05:002008-02-13T00:29:57.115-05:00

What the fuck is going on? Suddenly people are introducing me to their wives by their first names and talking about how their kids are so cute. Everyone has a job and a place to live and has to be very responsible financially. Suddenly I'm not so weak and thrust out into the world in a weird sect call the military and I have to decide sort of soon if this is what I want to do for the rest of

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There are six-and-a-half billion fishAnd you are pursuing the right one.All of the stars in this magical universeHave aligned perfectly for you.May you fall into each others’ armsAnd die immediately

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-91264686075963438212008-02-06T01:51:00.001-05:002008-02-06T01:54:39.935-05:00

I like meeting new people,especially ones I don't agree with.I like trying new food,though not so much when it tastes like ass.I like seeing new movies,unless they make me want a few hours of my life back.I always like hearing new music,even if its not necessarily groovin to my groove.Other than that, not a big fan of new experiences.New places, new challenges, new jobs or responsibilities;they

Peter Cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851046802958891844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-67547654564502487982008-02-03T22:11:00.000-05:002008-02-03T22:14:18.441-05:00

Your tastebuds are your biggest enemyfor once they have tasted the sweetrecipe of lovethey will not let anythingthat is not loveenter your mouthAnd if you have tastedthat foreign dishonce before, when youwere young and ableto feelThen you betterfind it againbecause nothing elsecan be swallowed...And we don't want tostarve to deathdo we?

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-18751266215938872692008-01-20T22:54:00.000-05:002008-01-20T22:59:06.983-05:00

SlowTodayEspecially todayThe cloud of hangoversays shhh... sleepRest hereunder the coversStay insidetodayYou don't wantto getstuckin the stormsof sobriety

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Real well too, with mice!

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This story is awesome.

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There is only one thing a philosopher can be relied upon to do, and that is to contradict other philosophers. - William JamesReality is nothing but a collective hunch. - Jane Wagner

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i'd like to encompass everything.it's one of the most terrifying things that i can think ofand also one of the most seductive.there's a mental clicki'm sure of it. i'll hit it somedayit lets your atoms spread away from youbringing consciousness to everythingthe blankte of space and time in which we resideit will be marked ever so slightlywith the addition of your soul.it's something i think about

editnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-64618310430827559132007-11-28T16:43:00.000-05:002007-11-28T16:44:03.570-05:00

let's get lowlet's get lowi don't mean ELO lowlooking out the window at the rainfreebasing heroin because you can't commit to the needlei mean lets be a riverthe basin where all the water collectswhat good is being on top of your worldif all the rain runs past you?there are no expectations of the lowlyblessed are the forgottenthe healers and mystics and true men are not famouswe exist around a

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-60344750739838787442007-11-27T20:44:00.000-05:002007-11-27T20:45:56.070-05:00

Have the courage to be ignorant of a great number of things, in order to avoid the calamity of being ignorant of everything. - Sydney Smith

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Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine -Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made...excerpt from Lamia by Keats"philosophy" meaning reason

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-9446484220259378232007-11-17T21:35:00.000-05:002007-11-27T20:46:34.828-05:00

The want of logic annoys.Too much logic bores.Life eludes logic and everything thatlogic alone constructsremains artificial and forced._andre gide

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http://www.thisisby.us/register.php?r=8726

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Frank walked into the diner alone. A passing waitress shouted "Soups On!" and he cracked a dry smile. He waded through a linoleum sea and stood with both hands placed on the register facing a fat bald hairy man. "What can I do for ya?" hairy asked. "What can't you do, mutherfucker?" Hairy's eyes narrowed "...one more time?" "I said" cracking a huge devilish grin "Fuck You". "Alright, then why'd

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-74620482661334965012007-10-28T14:22:00.000-04:002007-11-27T20:46:34.829-05:00

Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be. - William HazlittThe opposite of talking isn't listening. The opposite of talking is waiting. - Fran LebowitzAfter I'm dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one. - Cato the Elder

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-43114583486027561942007-10-26T20:30:00.000-04:002007-10-26T20:54:49.728-04:00

breaking my chest and igniting thelong fuse of memoriesThe million white moon rises never gonumb to my senses.I sit on the limb of an oak treepaddling through my seasonsI shovel up a silent nightlast OctoberWhen I removed my shirt whilestumbling through an Indian burial ground.I took a deep breath in the coldand let the moisture crawl from my purple lips.The names on the graves resonated through

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-35705356198760327042007-10-24T00:20:00.000-04:002007-11-27T20:46:34.829-05:00

No Rules exist, and examples are simply lifesavers answering the appeals of rules making vein attempts to exist. - Andre Breton When a man is wrapped up in himself, he makes a pretty small package. - John RuskinThe only people who find what they are looking for in life are the fault finders. - Foster's LawIf the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts. - Albert Einstein"We get to think

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-90001786134995374702007-10-12T13:25:00.000-04:002007-11-27T20:46:34.830-05:00

Don't coerce yourself into doing anything,Don't stop yourself from doing anything,Just do anything

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-74605471741680941952007-09-27T21:18:00.000-04:002007-09-27T21:51:44.782-04:00

I think I'm pretty fucking awesome at making mix cds. That said, everyone thinks they're pretty good at it. I can't seem to go more than a month without having a great desire to make one. It's kind of weird though because nowadays I hardly see any of my friends that would actually care about the fact that I made a mix cd and therefore my distribution is sort of limited to just my younger

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A truly great writer. She helped me through childhood and adolescence. Thank goodness for her range, and the fact that I could read her at every stage of my life.L'Engle Dies

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-49333428017858857592007-08-14T03:30:00.000-04:002007-08-14T03:31:23.942-04:00

ZeitGeistMovie.com

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This is a cool space right now. I'm only 24 hours away from Chicago. I'll slowly slip out of the airport and do my dance, and expect that all will turn into romance. but we just don't know what will happen, do we? And that is beautiful-the mysterious-I find peace in looking at the blank pages of my journal and knowing that they will be filled with thoughts when I return. I feel like all life is

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-11653084813982141182007-07-19T13:55:00.001-04:002007-07-19T13:55:35.088-04:00

George Bush is an honest man

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-17902519576841045522007-07-06T14:21:00.001-04:002007-07-06T14:24:23.957-04:00

The mind is a funny thing.The mind can stand like a stone in the middle of a rushing rapid- unchangingBruising the water thatrushes past gainingstrength ratherthan shifting formfrom this torrent.The mind is devoid ofphysical laws.The mind can ripyour headright offyour body.

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-39718619102416064982007-07-05T22:42:00.000-04:002007-07-05T22:43:29.435-04:00

A space within a dreadlockthe crunch of shorts between your assthe brittle legs that poke out from under skirts beating down on on those thong sandlesthe darkness of night juxtaposed with white adidasCoffee in its best form you can not feel- only noticeAnd coffee in its freshest nay rawest form was probobly something to do with the monster behind that youth choosing to wear and it was his choice

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-2460274726259441122007-06-29T14:02:00.001-04:002007-06-29T14:03:39.945-04:00

Our Venerable Kramer is having a birthday tomorrow, June 30th.Much love and happiness to you!!!

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-91146966876940879842007-06-21T14:15:00.000-04:002007-06-21T14:19:51.341-04:00

Guys, I finally have a job. No more restaurant jobs. I'm the contest and critique coordinator at a national nonprofit. Their mission is to create a positive working environment/improve journalistic integrity for high school and college journalists and editors. 30 big ones a year with benefits. I can't even begin to explain how it feels to finally be independent. YAY. :)

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It may have been said from time to time that i am not a very consistent/reliable individual. While that is probably true, i realized for the first time the other night that the unperdictability of life in general and what i will do next specifically is what keeps me engaged in my surroundings. at times when im not drinking, such as now, i am a dependable, capable and utterly boring human being.

Peter Cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851046802958891844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-18941869833319542562007-06-13T15:09:00.000-04:002007-06-13T15:11:26.444-04:00

This summer is fucking awesome for movies. I saw Knocked Up last night and it was incredibly poignant and a complete fucking laugh riot. This movie Superbad looks freaking sweet, and the movie Hot Fuzz put out by the same dudes who did Shawn of the Dead is another amazingass sleeper comedy. Good times, good times.

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RoastBeefCurtains.org

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check it out- I'm the mustache of the week!Yuppie Punk

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Why is it that when I listen to jazz, I write poetry about jazz?And when I go into the wildernessMy words walk on and on about treesand slow curling streamsthat have no names.A cafe, a bar, an airport-my inspiration.I seem to paint my poetic worldwith the most available colorsThe ones surrounding me.When will my inspiration be true to my soul?When will it be all mine?And even more importantly...

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Nobody's posted anything for June, so here's my bit to start this summer month.ever notice that wind moving through the trees makes the same sound as an ocean rustling? I found myself imagining the taste of salt in the air as I missed the coast tonight. do we ever know that what we're doing is right for us? (for the people we love?) I always thought I would know when it was right. whatever IT

Mnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-18167095584975065692007-05-30T21:07:00.001-04:002007-05-30T21:07:28.313-04:00

is there really a difference between killing and dying?

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I once spent a full hourin a parkworking up the nerve to approachthis girl, to tell her that she was beautiful.We sat a great distance from each other.Her eyelids fluttered and spoke about sexand romantic bicycle rides through vineyards.Her olive skin had my eyelids fluttering right back.So I arose, finallyand walked across the twenty feet of soft grassfeeling each blade support me in my effortto

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-34270478576973945682007-05-19T00:51:00.000-04:002007-05-19T00:55:04.503-04:00

Okay, not to sound too much like an ad or anything but I started using this thing a few hours ago and it's pretty sick. Basically it scans itunes, learns about your music (doesn't take too long) and then lets you pick a song for it to create a playlist from. You choose how similar the resulting playlist is to the "seed" song. It also handles the fades really well. I'm impressed. Yeah, it

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Summer is the age of dawningwinter has slowly passed and the spring timecreeps out of its shellthe members of the Earth slowly stand erectthe rainy pacific northwest days are coming to a closeand although there are surely a few more left to wring out of the lingering cloudsafter a week of warmth it is hard to not be optomistic"anyone having a bad day today deserves to have one!" - says Dustythe

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The windows of the adjacent house I can see out my bedroom windowIs what makes me feel like I'm not alone in a vacant six person houseThere is no privacy like being in the middle of a field, ona boat in a tree topthere is nowhere in this town I can walk drunk stagger and yell puke hollerwithout feeling like I am invading someones privacy and disrespecting my neighborWhere is the solace of the

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You will hate this.

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So, I think my mood has shifted from introspective to a more "sharing of minds" state. As such, I'll probably post my thoughts on things here more often than my own blog.It's a funny thing that I've been noticing recently: The more that I try to impress myself, the more people are impressed by me. It seems so simple but as people who know me understand, I need to find out common sense things

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*EDIT: Just to clarify, I made this.

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word up on the coast guard bro. You're on your way to being a salty dog now!

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-10141591524222680142007-05-04T22:26:00.000-04:002007-05-04T22:34:57.586-04:00

AddArt is a subversive Firefox add-on currently being developed The concept is inspired by the popular Adblock add-on which removes ads from web pages. The main difference between the two is that AddArt will not just block ads, it will replace them with new images - images created by contemporary artists. The idea is to run the AddArt concept somewhat like an art gallery with different

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-21233057078656780252007-05-02T00:59:00.000-04:002007-05-02T01:01:00.503-04:00

so you want to be a writer?if it doesn't come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don't do it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your mouthand your gut,don't do it.if you have to sit for hoursstaring at your computer screenor hunched over yourtypewritersearching for words,don't do it.if you're doing it for money orfame,don't do it.if you're doing it because you

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-19165625503708881962007-04-30T05:18:00.000-04:002007-04-30T05:20:19.590-04:00

there is no action that is inherently cool, there are only people being cool-comments?

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-67425997938422086112007-04-28T22:44:00.001-04:002007-04-28T22:45:06.985-04:00

Someone came into the ball and chain record store I work at and said no bags a waste of plastic.I said yes.You must be a granola-eating, left-wing, dig-goth, post-modernist, watch a lot of Billy Jack movies, Arlo Guthrie type.He said yes.I smiled.I dream of Tom Waits finger-painting light bulbs on my holiday wreath and I'm Jewish, Pretty weird huh? I celebrate Tiny Tim's

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-74448957070817256232007-04-26T23:04:00.000-04:002007-04-26T23:05:01.642-04:00

Peter Cottontail said... i asked a priest once, i said "hey, priest. is it ok to smoke while I pray?" and he fires back" absolutely not! that is sacreligious." so then i'm like" hey, priest, is it ok to pray while i smoke?" and hes like "sure, any time is a good time to pray." its all about perspective. naked guy is walking down the street and he notices this elephant walking down the

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-18533282144253877512007-04-26T20:09:00.000-04:002007-04-26T20:12:15.092-04:00

Effects Of Drugs And Alcohol On Spider Webs - Click Here for more great videos and pictures!We have a spider in our kitchen we've been feeding moths and flies we catch around the house, Herbert is his name. We blew some smoke on him and sure enough the next day his dinky little 2 or 3 strand web became a beautiful and full design, he still can't catch any food on his own though.

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-37613859483272152442007-04-26T14:29:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:31:52.464-04:00

Yo. So this is whats new.Its a work in progress.Hope you like it.Contribute.What i would like from you specifically would be to help me (slowly i know) to go through our old posts and categorize them using the terms on this list ----> and any others we may deem applicable.I think this blog will become a real pleasure to look through if we can get this happening.Ryan

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-69806103573692091862007-04-26T11:41:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:27:44.631-04:00

Saw it last night. I'm still not sure how they managed to keep my interest for an hour and a half, but they did and I was cracking up. Lots of gratuitous gore and METAL riffs, almost all the old characters have cameos (robot from future christmas past, plutonians, steve and dr. weird, carl, etc.), and there's a surprise romance! Definitely recommend it guys.

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-34723581494821708672007-04-20T12:41:00.001-04:002007-04-26T14:27:49.160-04:00

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/6571993.stm

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-35593964270622181162007-04-18T21:23:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:27:56.370-04:00

33we lost on mondayat vtech233 we loston wednesdayin BaghdadNot to mentionthe thousands of other murdersaround the worldthat have happened since sundayAnd my peace goes out to allthe injuredthe uninjuredeven the people who did them.And the distance of these atrocitiesonly feels closewhen I slow down and breatheand realize that we've come this far, too farso something is enivitable...I never

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-10950998357669114342007-04-17T01:56:00.001-04:002007-04-17T01:56:41.026-04:00

I feel like I’ve been taking steps backward without losing my place at the same time. It’s a strange feeling, but not a new one. It’s almost like I’ve hit my stride only to find that my life means always running towards a goal as opposed to working towards one defined end. I keep telling myself to get used to being in this stasis, but at the same time it’s sort of jarring. Just recently I felt so

editnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-28473783466065255802007-04-15T03:56:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:26:20.587-04:00

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ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-11518205370230772152007-04-11T10:58:00.000-04:002007-04-11T11:06:18.738-04:00

This Saturday I will be 21and my brother will be 15.Fifteen, the year I started having sexsmoking cigarettes and potthe year I started feeling like a mistake(Where were you at 15?)And I wish I could tell him, without words,the world is beautiful and you belong in it.But, I am too far away and too old.I am far away from all my friends and family.I eloped with the first man who said he'd take

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-55423381533632017872007-04-11T03:43:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:26:23.963-04:00

http://www.fat-pie.com/salad.htm-watch em all!

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-25787791147235716182007-04-09T23:03:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:23:21.720-04:00

lady Shiva shuts her eyes in admissiondestruction is creation

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-23939373760029072022007-04-08T16:26:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:23:21.720-04:00

An angel being spewed uponher half open eyes relay the mysticism hidden beneath all the cuman eastern princess, truly Shiva incarnate on her kneessurrounded by the europeans and their penisesshe stares at the camera like there is a divine joke being played on heras if she threw her fate to the gods and remembers what her father told her about them having twisted senses of humour

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-56497431998989686622007-04-08T00:28:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:23:21.721-04:00

I was a liarbrains on firefor evil I aspired.What was I doing?Who was I screwing?Why did I let you in?I felt so lonelyone and onlyso pristine and comely.How did you do it?Brought me through itout of my countryside.

editnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-90860165370141841522007-04-06T23:00:00.001-04:002007-04-26T14:23:21.722-04:00

So, on and on we walked. That blonde and I. Two moonlight lovers slowly caressing the street. Her hair- butter- swept the sidewalk behind us. Our talk cleared a path for what was ahead. BUH HANH BAH BUN NUH NAAH (the trumpet of our hopes blared into our minds ear)(a crack in the sidewalk caught jamie's toe and she slipped and cracked her tooth on the CE-ment! )(The blood drained and flowed in

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-8062490506585225262007-04-05T11:52:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:23:21.722-04:00

Anna Nicole Smith Died Todayand I feel nothingAm I so shallow thatI can't see past her plastic titsinto the core of her beingwhich, essentially, is congruent to my own?And why is it that I laughWhen Steve Irwin expiresby the kiss of a sting rayI suppose it is jealousy,They both died doing what it isthey lovedAnd I am still aliveRegurgitating global gossip

Natehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16596247404015225674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-26882006411922339442007-04-03T22:31:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:23:21.723-04:00

I know, I knowmy burps taste like smokeand puffs of cigars float into the houseyes, i've been drinking wineit helps me relax . . . do you want some?you don't have to explain yourselfi finished it anywaywhere are my socks?

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-68312867725318072232007-04-02T22:43:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:23:21.724-04:00

she tossed back her drink with a casual air of flippancyher dyed black hair swayed in time and her lips straddled her mouththe cummerbund dangled loosely in the puddle on the cornerchildren passed by and smiled in their absence of mindWhat is the difference between the mud and the blood? are they not both elemental?Is science out of the question?The good lord sees no difference between the lion

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-78971033407327844462007-03-28T23:11:00.000-04:002007-03-28T23:12:37.046-04:00

Shouldn’t be this painful for meThis is supposed to be my golden opportunityTime to set myself so freeThus embroiled now I’m not so sure of what I seeI’ve been living life through the pastSuch a style just cannot lastGot to get a grip before all opportunities have passedEven though I’ve had such a blastI’m a guy who likes to move aroundEven still I let things get me downI don’t want to keep

editnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-91058092486363113962007-03-28T15:27:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:23:21.724-04:00

crows cracking nuts on the streetsaving up to buy a shotguntime dances on my face with their feetoh wait, I don't got onehow can you say your head is all static?rabbit ears influencing your brain is that it?my personality is a dalmation wearing stripesmy haircut a crow the color of bloodmy toes smooth like a zip-lock bagcome back at me with your warm red ragyour face doesn't scare me, freckles

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-90589779180113154432007-03-27T03:48:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:25:20.330-04:00

Life is a Fortune Cookie in Which Someone Forgot to Put a Fortune.-Ba Ba of Bow Wow

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-44893638763890958192007-03-27T01:11:00.000-04:002007-03-27T01:14:43.901-04:00

So, I'm seriously considering buying a url and hosting my own website. I sort of need it for a variety of reasons, and also it's pretty pimp to have your own website I feel. If I do that, would you guys want to move this blog over to a dedicated host? I'm weighing the pros and cons currently and trying to figure out what it's going to cost in terms of money and hours that I would have spent

editnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-28875932489133275572007-03-24T20:51:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:25:34.901-04:00

This city will crunch my bonesand make jelly of my eyeballs, for its toastit takes two slim skyscrapersand picks up a li'l MSG floating above Chinatown.Nothing is so savory as shattered heartssoft boiled dreams still babbling in innocence.This city shits out people like you + meevery hour on the hourregularity like the subway and the millionsof executive coffees.I will swirl down the drain

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-9824068263083801822007-03-23T01:33:00.001-04:002007-03-23T01:36:04.391-04:00

I have a problem with people who view the world as straight-forward plan that has one set of right answers and predictable responses. Hippies tried to shake that shit up in America, but ended up becoming slaves to it with their new-age drama and mid-life crises. The universe, the world, the self, the soul, the collective, it's all happening on too many levels at once for us to begin to try to

editnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-30959799002098411172007-03-23T00:23:00.000-04:002007-03-23T00:30:55.718-04:00

So this new layout is sort of overly gay. I'm all for change, but come on. We're youngblood hipsters, not touchy feely spiritual gurus.I have some story and poetry ideas that I'm planning on fleshing out on my personal blog, and I'll copy over the better of those here. I do need some stomping grounds to get my creative writing going again, so the timing of this couldn't be better actually. I

editnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-20874314010655581732007-03-22T22:19:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:25:34.901-04:00

http://www.maho.org/WorkExchange.cfm

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-46210323910588401162007-03-22T22:18:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:26:56.238-04:00

A city of the biggest and the best. A city of the suffering and divine. St. Petersburg is a city of dualities. The rich and poor, the east and west, the conservative and avant garde, have all clashed and coexisted at different points during the life of this metropolitan gateway. The result is a wonderfully designed, ostentatiously beautiful, and stunningly unique city.Like most true cities, there

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-82147893903994000172007-03-22T13:45:00.000-04:002007-04-26T14:28:05.184-04:00

A small blonde lady walking a hefty black lab, his red tongue hanging out, his soft eyes squinting with pleasure. She has round breasts just a little larger than normal that protrude and stretch her white t-shirt so you can see every buckle and stitch of her satin bra. Her shorts are high up her long blonde legs and the dog strides beside her strong and friendly, she feels like a child again safe

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-68081472198605452192007-03-22T13:15:00.000-04:002007-03-22T13:18:22.941-04:00

Per Crackpot's request, I have revived the ol' blog. I thought giving it a new look might revitalize our interest and commitment. I know Kramer has bunches to post and I'm trying to get back into writing as well. I'll be posting my current work in progress (WIP it, and WIP it good) which is an alternative travel article on St. Petersburg.much love,M

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1167011304547537682006-12-24T20:46:00.000-05:002006-12-24T20:48:24.600-05:00

http://amphigouri.wordpress.com/I'm now posting here, with occasional guest appearances from crackpot jenkins (or whatever he is calling himself these days). This blog is basically dead and buried so I don't really expect anybody to read this.....but just in case you check this every day anxiously awaiting not only the return of this blog but of it's most kickass member: mr chris fucking johnson

Chrisnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1166071034013151282006-12-13T23:34:00.000-05:002006-12-13T23:37:14.053-05:00

So I got a call the other night while drinking tequila and watching Hero from a certain Mrs Maureen Locher. Took me a minute to realize that was your mom, Drew. She said she knew you'd gotten in touch with me and that she just wanted you to come home or at least get in touch with her. I gave her that cell number you had given me. I thought about it for a bit, whether it was the right thing to

Chrisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1148495358738447682006-05-24T14:27:00.000-04:002006-05-24T14:29:18.976-04:00

I am now forwarding anyone who checks this blog to my bro's blog: bubblogg.blogspot.comcheck it out. it's all in the family - the genius, I mean.;)

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1140405450754488722006-02-19T22:12:00.000-05:002006-02-19T22:17:30.770-05:00

Breathe easy my friend, things aren't all that bad.Your family is beside you, your children are healthy.Don't look around with those suspicious eyes.The nice people are out there, its up to you to find them.Be upbeat and happy that your here instead of there, cause the grass is greener and the lawn looks good too.People are dancing in the streets inside their heads, you just need to learn to

Peter Cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851046802958891844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1139006380302509732006-02-03T17:38:00.000-05:002007-04-26T20:33:39.368-04:00

let me tell you something ok? every day I wake up and watch a nother day of my life flitter byinto the trash can and rot out it’s gnarled guts,white oozing beautiful waste of time and effort. and all of the ones i have yearned to wallow in,curl into like a sack of warm potatoes or butter or puddingor soft delicate breadthey all walk on by and into god knows whereseemingly never to return. hope

Phedrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02749930876750653982noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1137504813573748712006-01-17T08:31:00.000-05:002006-01-17T08:33:33.590-05:00

This is a new poll question on AOL this morning in response to Ray Nagan's comments:Is God angry with America?_ yes_ no_ not sureI say we ask the Pope, he and G-dog are apparently pretty tight.

Peter Cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851046802958891844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1137428394296761202006-01-16T11:19:00.000-05:002007-04-26T20:33:08.783-04:00

okay fine, so this article is really cool

Chrisnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1137417457950440612006-01-16T08:16:00.000-05:002006-01-16T08:17:37.990-05:00

"The most dangerous intersection in America is that between race and poverty."

Peter Cottontailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851046802958891844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1135748364101592742005-12-28T00:36:00.000-05:002005-12-28T00:39:24.120-05:00

I hereby officially retire from this blog. These have been good times. Happy trails to you."age does not bring wisdom, but it does give perspective . . . and the saddest sight of all is to see, far behind you, temptations you've resisted"

ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06876436232540069567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108207.post-1135545685119875872005-12-25T16:13:00.000-05:002007-04-26T14:29:25.589-04:00

So, at 6:30 AM or so I am awoken (which is about 3:30 AM oregon time) by my dog and some Dave Chappelle stand-up. Un-sure how or why either is there at first- but that's not the point . . . I digress. I decide to further wake myself up by turning on some STS9 which always implants a sense of urgency in whatever you're doing when you have an alcohol and pain-pill hangover at 3:30 in the morning-

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