mindspace

workshops in greensboro

Asp1 — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 15:06:36 GMT

Hey, Not exactly a formal workshop. It's free, donations are appreciated. It's at wades house.... contact me or him for more info. once again very informal. looking for a smaller crowd. Looking to give people one on one instruction. question and answer. poi, staff, double staff. it's on saturday between 11 - 3 may go on later. really just hanging out down here looking for something to help pay gas so i'm not broke when i get back up to richmond ;)

assume power focus

Asp1 — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 02:44:15 GMT

As the ad's change by what we type in and as the skies seem to darken thoughtforms of windmills next to highways arrive, dancefloors powered by feet enter the minds, and cars driving could hit speed bumps that push down working turbines. freestyled fuel powers our system, the conspiracy of electic cars actually work burning off of fuels generated by our waste. fear entering the mind attacks and gives people things to whine about, things to bitch about. sexual energy is diverted to feelings of self worthlessness or self worth. retorting that, redirecting it into active discipline and self focus and thought form creating. no one is the only one but many think, feel, hear, and create, sadly others are trying to stop, trying to feel helpless trying to shut off the mind, shut off the soul, trying to put up the wall to not feel........ energy and food resources may run out slowly but humanity is going to continue. too many think of us as a cancer. too many think of us as great. too many think of us and them. ultimately, self discipline, understanding of others, and a lack of silly beliefs shall sustain us. no matter how much death, lies, and destruction lies in our future we will march on, technology will remain, and the stars are our game. as for me. working on everything that i can work on, every moment is precious. should edit this post more but i'm relaxing having a beer while tribing. good luck to my friends dealing with deep life and death problems. self preservation and will goes out to those dealing with dark night of the soul. please don't let this illusion get to you. ::flashes gangsta signs of positive energy:: gives words of "wisdom" to spirtual seekers "don't take things too close to heart, view it as a new mental map, only as real as it's opposite, only as real as your mind, only an excuse to give you something to "believe" in to make your own mind trick itself to do what it truly can without too much self doubt' off i go to follow my own words __________--------------cut up stream of consciousness over--------------____________

couple of off angle camera vids.

Asp1 — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 18:14:06 GMT

topic explains why i'm not really posting these everywhere, but i'll throw em up in my blog ;) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNBBti48V4A&feature=related doing quads in 100 degree weather plus humidity, my arms start burning so halfway through i hand a pair to my friend dj and we do mirror like patterns facing one another. the effect is barely noticable due to the camera work, but eh, it's still pretty, thanks to matt for getting it on camera! also http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SubWvf_Fcgc a little footage my friend knagi took of the wickerman burn last may, there's maybe 30 seconds of me doing triple staff towards the beginning. should be doing actual work with a cameraman soon to acually have an edited and nicely focused vid out.... not just random off angled stuff where you can't tell what i'm doing ;P should be some stuff with me and conway filmed by the vulcan guys up within the next month or two (crosses fingers) have fun spinning - Lucas

meme one

Asp1 — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 20:44:46 GMT

coehlo tagged me on this now i have to come clean. The Rules: 1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me" or something of an equally pithy nature. 2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a very personal nature. Be warned! 3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions, or there will be trouble. (Comment here with a link to your answers please!) 4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post. 5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions. 1. What do you feel when you walk into a church? calmness usually. haven't walked into one for a long time. probably depends on the function, and what type of church it is. This is a more recent feeling about it. as a young adult i would skip youth service and go hang out with the adults and argue religion with them. lately i've developed the mindset that church is good, does good things for people who need it, and religion isn't about "truth" rather what it leaves behind. 2. Who has been/is the best lover you've ever had, and why? (I told you it would be personal!) kristie, strong connection, in similar mindsets, experimenting, breaking barriers in our lives, pushing limits, destroying dogmas, not just sexually just everywhere in our lives at the same time, and that's what made the connection strong and beautiful. nothing bad ever happened there. just love the whole time. liked similar music, enjoyed similar things, i liked her friends, she liked my friends. just good stuff. didn't realize what i had until it was gone ha! ultimately just very intense emotion with no bad feelings at all. we planned to start my business and her business together, but insted we would just do it and then be lazy all day maybe road trip to a party or just spin and make clothes all day (which is the technical side of things, real business comes from paperwork, talking, marketing, annoying stuff like that)...... it was good to have someone who also knew the depths of pain, and the strentgh to climb up from it, made our minds more linked up. sexually we could go from lazy sex one day to tantalizing going back and forth switch pain pleasure intense the next. both had strong appitites, sometimes a little off sequence, and she was one of the most beautiful women i've been with. 3. Why did you get involved in the fire arts? saw spinning at burning man in 2003. thought it looked awesome and beautiful. controled chaos, controlling something primal and fearful in man, realized i wanted to do that. the more i practiced and the further i got the more it became a meditation in motion, a calm relaxing place to go. now i will never give it up, even if i stop doing the burns/parties, marketing myself, and doing gigs. 4. When would you say you became "a man"? ::looks down:: no really, does it have something to do with honor, or something to do with sacrificing fun for something that has to be done(like missing wildfire because your body screams relax and you need to make sure you have money to pay a deposit in case the warehouse doesn't work out?) or is it fighting and drinking - or learning not to fight and to only drink small amounts where one can control oneself. i don't really know how to answer this one. anthropological study time ;) varies in culture. i guess amerika would say that when i turned 21. man ? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBqoaW2oEsU&feature=related 5. Do you call your mother on holidays? mother died about 8 years ago.

medical analysis of pain

Asp1 — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:44:53 GMT

FUCKSHITPISSAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! fucking throat hurts. can't swallow, hurts much worse than a sore throat should. looked deep in the mirror and saw a big bump where the pain is, the back right hand side of my throat. i think it's tonsilltis. sucks, i dont feel sick or have a cold or anything, just PAIN. ahh well, maybe it's not that, maybe it will go away SOON. i'm also feeling a slight swelling in my lympth node. oh well, stop being a lil bitch and get over it and onto work. too busy for this. tell me if any of you know of cures for this, orajel and chloroseptic spray haven't done anything..... so im just hoping to wait it out....

the greatness runs through all

Asp1 — Tue, 20 May 2008 03:23:16 GMT

ahhhhhhhh. i feel so fucking good right now. the up part of the roller coaster, the hang glider catching hot air and effortlessly rising to the top. the vase broke, then it became so hot it melted back together into a beautiful statue singing songs of bliss and light. finally learning a lesson from hanging too far on the edge of the stairs. new job appears grand with three day weekends, awesome friends sharing love, good books, new creative outlets, and a redefinition of my joy, of happiness of how to keep moving forward. wisdom, maybe? warm tea and sleep. ::stretch:: love and energy goes out to those who need it, may this joy heal your wounds my friends.

nothing

Asp1 — Sun, 11 May 2008 20:23:56 GMT

So someone left me hugged me and said crazy lucas in a good way.... i suppose i am crazy. but thoughts for the day, i was thinking about a friend of mine who i promised her to figure her out. it seems like she just goes day to day reacting to things. not really "willing" much, not magick willing(she ain t into that b.s.) just not forcing everything, just taking what comes to her and dancing with that. she seems content and good. which lead me to thinking about "trying" or "willing" to be something. is that what makes us who we are? or is that just a fallacy and a way to connect ourselves to things that will never happen and therefore bring us only saddness and regret. so are we all really nothing just cogs in a machine believing we exist and believing that we're responsible for our actions which causes us to pretend to be civil and human? i mean ultimately, almost all the ladies like the same dudes and all the dudes like the same ladies hence the biological breeding process that is the future is almost predestined. hence.... is there really no thing, and only the flow of that to go with, a predestined river. or are there some of us who e x i s t or is that hope, attachment, something we can't bear to let go with. so special so ingrained so hard to let go.......... know where you're headed?

so..................

Asp1 — Fri, 02 May 2008 18:09:07 GMT

alcohol and dark psy do not get along (head spinny fast trance alkey go grrrrk) .... hence i haven't listened to astral projection and i'm fiending for it. but first i must build quad staves. work on the plf bus with danny, and then spin at first friday, read corography for a show on tuesday, spin at tribal jam, find a new job with hours that i can go to school with....... like a car skidding on the brakes, it's time to hang on.... does a dance.... anyone digging any new religion or philsophical musings on existence lately....... please post them what about free will and whether things are predetermined or not, or how we have to pretend (at least) to have free will because it makes us more accountable of our actions, hence, the belief (whether we're lying or not) of free will makes us act civil insted of beastial... hm

oh hell yes

Asp1 — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:56:50 GMT

getting the fuck down. took a break from reality, alot of sleep, alot of sci fi, and alot of relaxing mental stimulus. i am awake now. i awake to a nice paying gig tonight, i awake to an unstressful bank account, i awake to taking my car to the shop, i awake to getting a new job so i can sell my car and have that stress off of me. i awake to new ways to make music in the near future. i awake to a possible fire vid of this footage gets edited. i awake to having the most awesome neighbors in the universe..... taking a long break was nice. moderation, can't push myself and burn myself out like i was.... too stressful nasty headspace. ick. but, ahhh, this is good ::STRETCH::

stress, guiness, and buddha

Asp1 — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 05:43:23 GMT

anyone wanna scream about something bothering them, do it here, it's catharic ya know? work, not enough shifts at one, one is a pain in the ass, perhaps not having a job that fits my class schedule this summer, having a car that i cannot 100% fix no matter how much energy i put into it. wondering how i can go to work and do clinicals even a year from now, and where the hell am i going to live when our lease runs out? hoping to at least make every single day of wickerman and tfus without class/work/money getting in the way ( have skrillah saved, just being paranoid and worrying, and overworking myself) ahhh, it's all irrelevant, time to chill, drink a beer, actually get a good nights sleep for once. anything bothering you you want to let out?

good things i desire.

Asp1 — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 11:04:42 GMT

a steak red wine a hot tub a pond yum what would make you feel good right now?

your glowstick ate my vagina

Asp1 — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 13:41:39 GMT

it's come to be known that the POWER has realized that barak looks like e.t. from the movie. and that in fact that movie is a documentary from his past that he wishes no one had ever seen. now... wearing the flesh of a human he wishes to gain political control. and while in power sow the seeds of confusion so the alien master race can come from the stars, turn us into breeding slaves, cattle farming us, and use our dna for the fuel nessecary to power their psychic television sets throughout the next mellenium. ------ mccain on the other hand. is a foul devil who was cast out of heaven only recently for liking little angels a little too much. now, with satan by his side he plans to overtake, confuse, confuddle, gain as much power as possible, so satan and vladimir putin can gain world dominion so when the 2nd cumming of christ happens it will be a better porn than the first. it's getting old..... y a w n

two things

Asp1 — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 00:51:06 GMT

first thing. tell me something that made you laugh today. 2nd thing, whats the deal with this tribe chat thing. any good? wtf later

a birthday, a year, a change, a cleanse

Asp1 — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 03:58:17 GMT

wow... this time last year, bouncing around from job to job, quitting them to teach fire workshops, organize workshops and do gigs... forcing myself to make a living on my art.... leading into a relationship. where i sucked at that roll. to epic journeys, to throwing it all away. landing on my face scraped bruised. learning the lesson for a final time. now.... most grounded i've been. learning who my real friends are and whose just around.... who sticks.... knowing exactly where i'm headed and seeing that it's something humanity needs and approves of. somehow i feel sad and lonely though i have more "friends" than most people.... weird... just a mental thing on me HA, i've always dealt with this one though... im probably manic depressive. my bodys in the best shape in years.... still have a shrinking beer gut thought... drinking alot less...... haven't really done other things in several years..... working two jobs, one of which i love and starting school soon.. somehow life keeps getting better and better.... cleansing..... probably start using this less and less.... still go to pex parties and hope to hit up more northeast.... maybe one or two regionals.... really, just make what i can.... performance, teaching, spinning, and going to burns has definatly taken a back burner as opposed to last year... alot of love and learning and healing has came from it though... this is a community i will never leave.... but i have more important issues right now see you on the flipside folks.... should be at aries rising (still happening?) then pdf, and tfus... that might be it for this year though.. over n out

a present from last year

Asp1 — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 11:58:00 GMT

Last year it was all about pushing myself as far as i could against the material world. what could my body do and live through, what could my mind do. far from where i am now, searching balance and peace. finding that my creativity is best when all things around me are satiated. finding that life is best when i respect the material world that surrounds me insted of wage war against it. not as many epic tales as last year. i'll keep on pushing myself though, keep on adventuring, just with more respect. one of the first tales from last year was recorded by a friend it was my birthday gift to him. it was a 120 mile bike ride through the hellish traffic of d.c. through midday, night, then day again. he wrote about it soon after. he was on a fixed gear track bike, i was riding an old heavy made out of used parts single speed bike, we had no blinkers, just a backpack with a little food, some water, a few patches and a hand pump. since i haven't posted anything epic in awhile here is a story written by a friend about our journey in may of 2007...... the best feeling ever is warm water after 16 hours of cars trying to kill you and physical exerition. titled one hunderd and twenty miles, a birthday present, by bacchus (tim from rva) http://people.tribe.net/1554c7ff-f286-4998-9632-82bcd9e3954e/blog?topicid=b70d89d6-24f5-4f29-9d56-62070f404c01 POP!, hiissss. A tire withered, totally useless for the journey. Not even two miles out of the city and we had our first problem. Frowning and slightly annoyed I patched the tire, trying to listen for the leak over the obnoxious rushing traffic. With a groan and a snap the tire was back in place, the journey just begun. Headed up Route 1, we watched as the city dwindled and the suburbs prevailed. Taking the 301 exit we headed out towards the country, straying slightly from our final destination. It seemed like forever until we saw the first mileage sign that read fifty miles to Fredericksburg. With the trees becoming more and more dense, we happened upon the small town of Dawn. Knowing that meant we were just passing King Dominion, a good twenty minute car ride up 95. For the longest time we kept on biking, and for the longest time we saw no towns; no signs of Bowling Green where we were to get on Route 2. When we saw the sign that said twenty miles to Bowling Green, twenty miles to Fredericksburg we were optimistic having just biked one third of the way, without feeling drained. Little did we know, it was about to become much more difficult. About ten miles away from Bowling Green, the road became hilly, and respectively our backpacks seemed to get heavier. Stopping about every five miles we stretched, grabbed a bit of a Clif-bar and headed forward. Our bodies started feeling worn, and our optimism harassed; we slowly biked into Bowling Green, finding the middle of town, and stretched in a gas station parking lot. We prayed that the next twenty miles would be flat land, and of course they weren’t. We knew that we had an hour and a half to go twenty miles, watching as the sun set to our fronts. Purple waves of Lavender welcomed us along the hilly road side. Reminding me that one of my reasons for doing this was to be friendly to nature. Darkness crept over the pavement, and headlights from trucks were our guides. Spottsylvania was only five miles outside of Newpost, the way that we could tell we had arrived was due to the drivers inability to shut up. Cursing, honking, hooting, yelling; hell they even had one of those sound effect boxes hooked up to a loud speaker, that they jingled us with. Lucas had been ran off the road one too many times and we thought to stick to walking. Attempting to escape that hell hole with no shoulder. While traversing that country I soon realized that Spottsylvania is heaven for people who love their 711s and Wawas. Nothing was there for us except small strip malls, and no where to sleep. When we finally found a shoulder we rode on; hopes rekindled by signs for Historical Fredericksburg. The possibility of finding somewhere to sleep would be much higher in an urban area. A man with gray hair rode by, eleven PM I suppose. Lucas and I stopped and asked if he knew of the way that lay ahead. Tom told us that Route 1 was a death trap made of four lanes and once again no shoulder. Explaining that if we could get past Stafford we would be in the clear or at least the clearer. He was worried about our lack of lights, but also feared the traffic during the waking hours. Hesitantly he offered us his home to sleep in; and after the trek that was behind us perhaps we should have. Regardless we declined, riding off into the darkness without a single blinker. Once over the bridge leading out of Fredericksburg we passed into midnight. Alone on that treacherous stretch, dashing as fast we could to get off the road, which in a few hours would be horrendous to ride. Gasping nights chilled air, we found that the hills would never cease. So we stopped and stretched a while, finishing another energy bar as we waited. Lucas' bike made it hard for him to go up steep hills, and so I cursed watching him walk up, wondering if we'd even make it alive. I pushed him to continue out of fear, out of fatigue. Up and down we went until I heard him yell; pointing to a small field next to a pizzeria; stating that he could go no further. I said we had to, but easily gave in; as I pulled out my blanket and used my backpack as a pillow. Four forty-five, I was up and ready. We packed while shivering, we checked for ticks, and I chugged a Red-bull that I had on reserve. Stafford passed like a gall stone, and yet the way didn't seem better. Quantico was comprised of annoying drivers, red lights at the bottom of steep hills, and the burning breaks of Lucas' bicycle to match. We stopped in Dumfries and looked at the map using our primitive digital ruler to discern how many miles we had left. We decided upon "enough" and pushed on. I have a friend from Wood-bridge, and he always use to tell me how crappy a place it is. I whole heartedly believe him now. The sun had risen, and we could barely keep our bikes going in a straight line. We stopped to patronize a McDonalds parking lot, opening a can of baked beans with a swiss army knife. Chewing the beans into a smooth paste, caking our mouths with the sweet tomato puree. It was at that point where I said something to the effect of: "Well I guess we can't fucking sleep in a McDonalds parking lot, can we?" Making our exodus from Wood-bridge I flipped it the bird and to top it all off one of my backpack's straps fell apart, and my crank shaft had come loose. Scenario 1: My other strap breaks, dropping it's twenty five to thirty pound load on my back tire, sending me into early morning NOVA traffic Scenario 2: The crank shaft falls off my fixed gear bike and I am completely at a lose for breaks leaving it up to physics to determine my final resting place. I was not thrilled. The milage signs told us that our efforts were for not, mocking our worn souls. The shoulder diminished further until it was just a white line. I looked down at my pedals watching as they loosened further. At the top of my lungs I cursed them, I don't think there is anyway anyone missed that. It would seem as though from the very beginning that trek was cursed: Popping tires, barely out of Richmond limits, followed with many near death experiences. Alas there we were, everything holding on by a thread. Suddenly out of no where we are zooming down a hill towards a two lane tunnel beneath a train bridge! There was no way that we could have stopped in time. The entrance was two cars wide, barely bordered by the fog lines. Hurdling through, we both leaned towards the wall, away from the sea of cars, digging our shoulders into the concrete, scraping flesh through our hoodies, waiting to die. I don't know if anyone honked, all I knew was that I would perish, tired, scared, and quite pissed off. We walked our bikes up the following hill until we reached a gas station, I stared blankly at a sign that was posted on the pumps, not reading, just staring. " I think we should call my parents..." Me heart sank as those words left my mouth. Right over my shoulder was a sign that read: Alexandria, 15 miles. We were so close. It was Lucas' turn to push me and said that we would walk it. I agreed, but didn't even know if I could. For six miles we walked, even the grassy hills on Route 1 looked like a cushy mattress. Peering down at my wrist I read "Never Give Up" which was indented into a bracelet I had purchased from a 25 cent machine in Harrisburg, I smiled. Following the signs for Mt. Vernon we saw an Exxon and service station off in the distance. Lucas bought us Gatorade and I trudged into the repair shop, mumbling that I needed a 15 mm socket wrench. I knew that if I could fix the bike we would make the remaining eight miles, we would be home. Finally making it to the trail we had no more worries. I knew the trail well, and it was all smooth pavement lined with the beauty of the Potomac River. We sipped on the Gatorade, catching our breath on a near by park bench over looking the tranquil river. We laughed and smiled knowing we had done it! Talking of the dangers and thrill, the anguish, and stress. Thinking back on how we wanted to give up. How close we came to forfeiting. I suppose there was something in us that wouldn't allow that... we knew that this was our story! thanks for reading!

holy shit i have internet at my house...... wonder how long this is going to last.....

Asp1 — Tue, 19 Feb 2008 11:24:36 GMT

heart burn was amazing. connecting with people i haven't seen in a long time. getting out of va for the first time in 6 months, seeing all the lovely faces. things i loved lots.... MIYA! putting up with my shit for a 3rd time :) angleas alter that radiated energy that everyone could feel. nice gift. playloop and conways music lauren rocking out double staffs over and over again, HELL YES!!! the fire spinning, always able to spin when i wanted to, thanks leah and lucky and discount! tim and jess from ct coming down, didn't get to see you long i miss you so much already again! meeting a person i could talk to for 5 straight hours after the party getting to see so many of my friends devirginize their burner spirit and be barely able to speak, my roomate chri , jeremy, rachelle, dale, george and the rest of the b more crew, not to mention the va beach cats britney sheradin and matt duets with conway and dale! the most incredible performances there to date. having someone i don't even know invite me to his house, play music for everyone and offer us drinks! charles coming up from richmond immediatly after work to arrive at 3 am and love it thanks for the converstaions the hugs the kisses the art and the dancing. i'm sure i left several things out. but i have to sleep now, it's 6 23 in the morning hahahaha.

today was a weird day for news.

Asp1 — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 20:59:04 GMT

http://www.10news.com/news/15274005/detail.html teacher admits he taught high school, graduated from college without knowing how to read or write. http://apnews.myway.com/article/20080212/D8UOPUC00.html stores using sonic devices to chase children http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/worldnews.html?in_article_id=513855&in_page_id=1811 big jesus statue struck by lightening, one of the 7 wonders of the world. ... .. whoa..... fucking third eye by tool is playing in the restaurant i'm in.... not bad..... http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8UOE8280&show_article=1 -- how we'll get fucked by baby boomers bodies breaking down That combination will add up to 32 seniors for every 100 working age adults, up from 20 right now. Together with young children, there will be 72 seniors and children per 100 working-age adults in 2050, up from 59 in 2005. If immigration were halved, there would be 75 seniors and children per 100 working-age adults and with immigration 50 percent higher, there would be 69 dependents per 100 of those in the working-age group. kinda sucks... yeah?? eh life is good, i'll enjoy it.

my last post; a follow up

Asp1 — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 18:03:56 GMT

So, we tried booby traps the first time then got lazy. i've made more though, including stuff that CUTS MWA HAHAHA!!!! my back is doing EXCELLENT, just a slight minor pain, and less than a week ago i couldn't sit down without popping pills and muscle relaxers, thanks to my massage therapist alica, and some yoga book with a 28 day plan i fount for 25 cents in a thrift store. i've also FINALLY learned to sleep on MY BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just have to meditate a bit before i go to sleep flux, jade, i live in oregon hill, not the best neighborhood in the city, even after tons of renovations and college kids taking over.... a month ago i remembered getting home at 4 am only to hear gunshots, and shortly after see a huge fire, called 911, walked over when i saw blue lights and saw a motorcycle on fire... crazy shit yes chris, let those demons out MWA HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!! let it out through writing, meditate and relax flame throwers would be kick ass. no ninja cats, all the strays in oregon hill..... maybe i should get my psychic cat shit on RAWR first break in i think was some sketch neighbor dude my roomate may have bought stuff from, 2nd time i think was just some crackhead.... next fucker who tries it is going to get cut and make alot of noise though..... gotta keep stuff positive. lina will read more on the astrology when i have time but now i have to work a BIG HUG and MUCH LOVE to all my peoples, i hope to see you soon..... i can't wait to get out of va (even though i do love it a lil bit), i haven't been out of here since mid augusttttttttttttttttt AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

pissed offedness

Asp1 — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 15:43:39 GMT

things that suck right now. 1. being woke up at 8 30 in the morning to someone trying to break into your room a) who tries to break into a house in the daytime, b) they got away before i could bludgeon him with my staff. c) they broke a wine glass on their escape. this is the 2nd time my house has been broken into in the last 2 months, the first time the only thing taken was my roomates smokeables, we thought it was someone he knew, this time i didn't know the guy, obviously an idiot because it's 8 30 in the sunny fucking warm everyone outside morning... jesus fucking christ. 2. fucking backache. it's MUCH better than it was on fri and sat, but it's still there. making me wonder about my future, making me wonder how serious it is..... it's not bad..... not nearly as bad as it was.... ill keep stretching and getting massages and doing small exercises. 3. employers and contracts. supposed to start on the 1st ... pushed back to the 4th... now it's pushed back to the 11th..... damn..... i need money to make life happen now....... 4. car problem that's intermittent so no one can diagnose it.... ARGH.. makes me not want to take it on long trips.... which is what i like to do 5. where the hell are my w2's on the good side. 1. starting this job later would give me more time to heal and gauge my back. 2. i have a slack temp job that i could become permanent with and maybe stick with and just find a second job for a little while... it's enough to pay the bills, 2nd job would just be money to save and pay off debts. 3. i have good friends and awesome roomates 4. car problems are making me save money by not going out of town as much. blah

Journey though the ice forest.

Asp1 — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 20:10:22 GMT

After the blood stained battle his limbs were stiff, muscles tensed, and he could barely walk. Luckily the trees prevented the ice from pelting him harder. Not enough blankets to keep him warm. Have to keep moving for heat. His blade and body worn and dull, hoping no hunter lurked in the darkness to eat his warm flesh, praying they would fear the cold. Not knowing how many miles were left to trek to the village. Death's voice invited him to relax, to rest, to sleep. Knowing that to sit down to rest would lead to comfort which would invite death. Can't give into sleep. Can't give into relaxation. He knew, or prayed, his goal was close.

this makes me happy

Asp1 — Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:19:40 GMT

The Virgin Galactic spacecraft, which was being unveiled in New York today, is already under construction. Test flights are expected to begin in June, with commercial flights starting 12 months later. More than 200 potential astronauts are believed to have already paid deposits for the £100,000 flights, including actress Victoria Principal, scientist Stephen Hawking, and Princess Beatrice. Flights will last for two hours and will include four and a half minutes of weightlessness. The 60ft ship is expected to reach an altitude of 110km - 68 miles - and will be launched from underneath a mother ship called White Knight.

what the politicians stand for. last blog for awhile

Asp1 — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 05:33:16 GMT

looking up platforms or trying to see what the people running for actually believe in brings up NOTHING on google worth reading.... i mean FUCKKKK iwoa is voting TOMORROW.... i CAN'T FIND ANY INFORMATION on what most of these peeps believe ..... only.... shit.... like........ mudslingin on commericials..... damn.... i may have a new job soon....... imma keep looking

:o)

Asp1 — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:58:52 GMT

Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, for example, was created by a New York advertiser in 1939 as part of a marketing scheme for the Montgomery Ward department store ... and i thought he was some retarded raindeer who was too dumb to play raindeer games and miss clause talked him into going down on her...... damn.... santa came to say rudolph with your nose so bright won't you eat my wifes cunny right? i wonder who created santa and the elves. rumor has it pagans celebrated xmass due to days getting longer.

santa claus died

Asp1 — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:37:07 GMT

he and miss clause were getting old, he took viagra, finally got it up.... he left "the clapper" on... died of epileptic seizures. no i'm not depressed, i'm just slightly sadistic, and i release stress through writing, the only time i write is on my blog... maybe i should stop doing that HA!