The word "favorite" is very unfair to time and personal growth.
todo azul, todo azul, todo azul
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"favorite"
The question was asked. What's your ALL-TIME favorite book. "Wait Till Helen Comes" i responded. 
The word "favorite" is very unfair to time and personal growth.
The word "favorite" is very unfair to time and personal growth.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
The Chat Room
cont'd...
The realization that I had a way with words was probably a far cry from the truth. I had a way with seduction and flattery. Something I was always aware I had.
My intelligence was only enough to know that dispencability was the name of the game and that these personalities were shallow, temporary and most importantly facades.
Not to be mistaken, I did recognize these were real people, with real lives, with real emotions. But this was not that kind of place.
"fuck fest for the weak minded", I would tell myself a few times. But like the self loathing junkie I persisted, determined that I'd find that intelligent-humorous-laced hit again.
They came long and far between and boredom consumed me quickly.
The realization that I had a way with words was probably a far cry from the truth. I had a way with seduction and flattery. Something I was always aware I had.
My intelligence was only enough to know that dispencability was the name of the game and that these personalities were shallow, temporary and most importantly facades.
Not to be mistaken, I did recognize these were real people, with real lives, with real emotions. But this was not that kind of place.
"fuck fest for the weak minded", I would tell myself a few times. But like the self loathing junkie I persisted, determined that I'd find that intelligent-humorous-laced hit again.
They came long and far between and boredom consumed me quickly.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Life and Death of a Cyber Junkie
Part One:
I got my first laptop in 2004, for school, and i went to school year round back then...Fall, Summer, Spring , even some Winters. In addition to working full time, the idea of sitting in front of a computer for "pleasure" was alien to me.
As evidence to when my cyber-chic(ness) began, I cite the birth of Susandia. My boredom and loneliness hit in the summer of 96'.
It started simultaneously in a yahoo "art-related" chatroom about some 3d modeling techniques. A few hours, or a few days (who knows?), drunk and horny, i found myself in a flirty chatroom, reading peoples antics, laughing, smiling, curious i kept reading.
A wall flower, i persisted in keeping quiet, until the liquid courage blurted out a witty comment, and i met Sycophant. He appreciated my humor.
Later, he'd learn to appreciate much more.
TBC
I got my first laptop in 2004, for school, and i went to school year round back then...Fall, Summer, Spring , even some Winters. In addition to working full time, the idea of sitting in front of a computer for "pleasure" was alien to me.
As evidence to when my cyber-chic(ness) began, I cite the birth of Susandia. My boredom and loneliness hit in the summer of 96'.
It started simultaneously in a yahoo "art-related" chatroom about some 3d modeling techniques. A few hours, or a few days (who knows?), drunk and horny, i found myself in a flirty chatroom, reading peoples antics, laughing, smiling, curious i kept reading.
A wall flower, i persisted in keeping quiet, until the liquid courage blurted out a witty comment, and i met Sycophant. He appreciated my humor.
Later, he'd learn to appreciate much more.
TBC
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Project: Tapping Foot
I'd lose my mind on repeat without them.
those translations of iterations of cliches that make it to my chorus seem to be multiplying....exponentially nagging me.
followed by the girl who cried "stop"
proceeded by the me who did not
i think i've written this before
chorus
those translations of iterations of cliches that make it to my chorus seem to be multiplying....exponentially nagging me.
followed by the girl who cried "stop"
proceeded by the me who did not
i think i've written this before
chorus
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
relief.. "den---ied"
send me a song
a request by banded stroke
sent by folded note
a whisper makes the blush go red
taken by the girl instead
sink
cover
and roll...
the bell is almost rung.
a request by banded stroke
sent by folded note
a whisper makes the blush go red
taken by the girl instead
sink
cover
and roll...
the bell is almost rung.
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