Sorry, but I haven't yet shared the information about myself that would typically display here. Check back later to see if that changes, or if I instead choose to remain an enigma.
I got a new kitten, and it has six fucking digits on each front paw. I'd never even heard of a Hemmingway Cat before; and now I have one.
That's so awesome.
In the kind of day when we were younger boys
I was poor and you were broke, but had money
Mom and dad loved you and it payed,
Because I saw it, too
You helped me out from what I was going through
I couldn't afford a burger and fries for me and mine
She said that girls have a thing for
Guys who drove cars. . .
Well, you didn't help me there, but I believe
Matters of love and those of spite,
Both come on easy and die.
Born without a person on my side,
I know you were meant to be.
And what about love?
Sparkles of animation in my eyes,
Inspiration rests in my head.
I grew up alongside few best friends,
Your name here, you're one of them.
Who taught me all about. . .
What it means to live, I guess.
Back when the world seemed entirely too small
We all are here
Just as the time
Yet so unchanged
You left for
Big city life
Had little choice
Did you forget?
If you did. . .
'Brightness of sun go home
Hope burrow through earth
The moon keeps rising
We meet in the moments there
Silence before war
Our backs hurt so
And will do
As life goes on'
Meet me at the house
Our place where things
Innocence we hold
Good for only so long
Be dead than boring
"Matters of Spite"
Let's say God exists
Then how can you be sure
That they would love you?l me that God exists,
And I'll tell you a story:
The story of a child who knew how to see themselves.
For what it's any worth
I love you like I love
The best of things in life.l me that God exists,
That big Russian looking guy from Pinocchio always scared me. A lot.
Let me tell you something about myself.
You may not guess it right off, but let me tell you, that I am as capable as anyone, and even more capable when it comes to surprising you. So never turn your care off for too long at a time, or you might be blind sided with a realization not in your favor.
It's proof that you're not the only person alive, when I say something you weren't expecting, and something that you'd rather not hear.
Watch your back, or I'll fall in love with you all over again.
How about yourself, now?
What ails you?
No; don't tell me. You can, but I won't care.
Music From Regions Beyond, Tiger Army's fourth LP, hits stores June 5th.
The date, for myself and a handful of others, I'm sure, has come sooner, in light of a certain torrent.
I'm happy to say that the time spent waiting for Nick13's newest work has not been in vain; the album is not only a fix of all that the band has done wrong in the past, but also a combination of all of the best.
Unfortunately for Psycho fans, the direction of the project has only kept the barest of all their roots' essentials, infusing their sound with more of a darker toned 50's pop and dance essence. Furthermore, pushing the romantic/sappy rockabilly vibe into more noticeable light.
I myself, love this one, from beginning to end.
I found a copy of L. Ron Hubbard's Dianetics today (the new 1987! edition), at Value Village for $2.
And also, a copy of W. Gibson's Count Zero for 99 cents. Hoping for the best on that one. I loved Neuromancer, but I started into Mona Lisa Overdrive and was bored outta my skull.
I go back to work the first week of June hopefully. Among other things, to attempt to stockpile enough money to buy me a computer that can run Gothic 3 and maintain 50+ tabs of free porn at the same time.
Been working some more on what will hopefully be a finished novel, sometime this Summer. The going's slow and all, but you just have to keep faith and sanity, I guess.