joined on 08/24/06
last updated 10/01/09
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about me
Geographically undesirable, commitment-phobic, relationship challenged, emotionally unavailable software developer/programmer with lousy communication skills and tons of baggage seeking psychologically damaged, sexually depraved, morally flexible vixen with raging libido, low self-esteem, hostility toward men and poor impulse control.
No? Okay, perhaps you'd prefer this:
My favorite things in life are...
1. Commitment
2. Changing myself
3. Working on our relationship
Seriously. Can people really be objective about themselves? I doubt if can so I guess you'll just have to tell me what you think.
The Middle Path
(blog entry)
The middle path is the hardest road for a man to walk with grace
I’ve spent my life in a cold dark cell or else, well, lost in space
My heart full of peace, harmony, love, greeting each one with a smile
Or hanging out down on Hooligan S...
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Invasion Of The Body Snatchers
(blog entry)
a true story
We paced back and forth in front of the mausoleum and waited for the Mexican grave diggers to finish their lunch. Bruce Pedy, my father’s lawyer, looked very nervous and kept looking toward the gate of the cemetery while playing wi...
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Rhyme Time
(blog entry)
Summer sweats
Stealth Jets
Bombs whistle
Anti-missles
The moon’s on fire
God’s a liar
No hope
Shoot some dope
Turn a trick
Suck some dick
Kill the truth
Hitler youth
Have some fun
Take a gun
Shoot someone
Body rots
Damn fine shot...
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Marlon Brando Likes This Poem
(blog entry)
Acting is cutting off your hand to spite the playwright’s pen
Ego jerking itself off and calling it “art”
The occupation (I refuse to call it a profession)
Is filled with sniveling, vain, emotionally retarded,
Frustration starved, ad...
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The Toddler Gang
(blog entry)
Little Ricky walked in, opened his knapsack and pulled out an Ingram Mac 10 machine pistol. He took out the surveillance cameras with two short bursts as Eric got the drop on the guard. He screamed, “Alright, this is a robbery!” from under the bil...
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The middle path is the hardest road for a man to walk with grace
I’ve spent my life in a cold dark cell or else, well, lost in space
My heart full of peace, harmony, love, greeting each one with a smile
Or hanging out down on Hooligan Street, with O.J., Erik and Lyle
People would say, as I traveled their way, “There goes John; he’s sober and chaste.”
Or else they would point as I lit up my joint and say, “There goes John; what a waste.”
A fit vegetarian, healthy of frame, ...
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Sat, February 10, 2007 - 4:54 AM
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a true story
We paced back and forth in front of the mausoleum and waited for the Mexican grave diggers to finish their lunch. Bruce Pedy, my father’s lawyer, looked very nervous and kept looking toward the gate of the cemetery while playing with the volume controls on his hearing aids, as if he expected the police to come screaming up the driveway with their sirens blaring. We were there not to make a deposit, but a withdrawal, and maybe the papers were forged, but I still think Bruce was...
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Summer sweats
Stealth Jets
Bombs whistle
Anti-missles
The moon’s on fire
God’s a liar
No hope
Shoot some dope
Turn a trick
Suck some dick
Kill the truth
Hitler youth
Have some fun
Take a gun
Shoot someone
Body rots
Damn fine shot
Get a medal, recognition
Another case of ammunition
Castrate, masturbate
Always take, don’t create
Smoke a joint, have a drink
Keep yourself in doublethink
Buy some coke
Now you’re broke
Have no friends
Kill again
Go to church, see a prie...
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Sat, February 10, 2007 - 4:50 AM
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Acting is cutting off your hand to spite the playwright’s pen
Ego jerking itself off and calling it “art”
The occupation (I refuse to call it a profession)
Is filled with sniveling, vain, emotionally retarded,
Frustration starved, adrenaline addicted jerks
Who didn’t get enough rejection when they were teenagers
All dying to be in the movies
So their ego ejaculations can be immortalized on celluloid
And worshipped by millions of future generations
Face it, actors ...
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Sat, February 10, 2007 - 4:42 AM
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Little Ricky walked in, opened his knapsack and pulled out an Ingram Mac 10 machine pistol. He took out the surveillance cameras with two short bursts as Eric got the drop on the guard. He screamed, “Alright, this is a robbery!” from under the bill of his John Deere baseball cap: “Everybody freeze!” It took a moment for the employees and patrons of the Caldwell Farmer’s Bank to accept the fact that they were being taken off by a gang of kindergarteners.
Julie walked up to the merchant’s wi...
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The crescent moon pours blood over the streets of West Hollywood
I’m standing knee deep in it, wolfing down a falafel at Eat a Pita
The chick peas turn into glass in my stomach
And I puke the fossil fuel of future generations
It’s been an exceedingly poor day
I break into the back of a dead store on Fairfax and heat up a load of despair in my cooker
I tie off with the chains of my own conditioning
And mainline my loneliness in a terrific rush of anguish
Then I go hunti...
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I was alone in my apartment, enjoying candlelight, Beethoven, and the solitude of the wee morning hours, when I heard it: “Get out of here, you motherfuckers!” followed by the sound of a Dresden pitcher smashing against the wall. “Uh-oh,” I thought, “it’s that time again.” The source of the disturbance was the apartment immediately adjacent to mine; my father’s residence. The old man was screaming at his ghosts again.
After several years of abject poverty, my father and I were enjoying a...
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Sat, February 10, 2007 - 3:36 AM
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!!Los Angeles PARTY Tribe!!~,
<(((The Freak Magnetic)))>,
ADD adults,
Atheists Only,
Attention Deficit Disorder,
Edges,
Geekgirls,
Geeks,
Good Girls for Bad Boys,
Horny Romantics,
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Mac OS X,
Monterey,
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Night Owls Anonymous,
OS X Development,
PHOTOSHOP,
Relationship / dating people w/ ADD/ADHD,
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