joined on 02/22/06
last updated 07/10/08
about me
Born on the day traffic lights flashed their first green light in my little town and secretly christened on a stormy night, my life never seemed destined for the common shuttle trajectory: graduate, get a good job, produce offspring, retire and die an old man. Feeling an irresistible rush to grow, I quit my brief teaching tenure at the local Grammar School below and driven by budding innate curiosity simply succumbed to the urge to move onto new things.
Berthing on a completely new meridian, I started noting my life experiences in a book with a big white whale on its cover, and soon realized my true passion wasn’t fishing, sex or trip hop. Instead, it was the thrill of every full page I leave written behind. That realization helped me end my days at the fish market, resist the dark world of sex slavery, and start to play to the music coming from my heart.
Short form dominated my life for months and years to come as I started climbing the ladder, with milk of paradise in my cup and honeydew on my camember. I almost sold my soul to the devil once, but regained it after an epiphany I had at a parking lot set me off to bigger challenges and better things.
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what happened to a great nation once full of promise and hope? ]
why wait another full year to get the oilmen with blood on their hands out of the white house?
why so many protest singers and so few protest songs?
what happened to make love not war?
Thu, March 13, 2008 - 7:45 PM
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Aurelio is feverishly trying to fasten the new blade to his cock’s foot. Warm drops of blood dripping down the feathers make the string soggy and impossible to tighten into a good, firm grip.
He feared it would come to this. Last night as he was sharpening the new blade, ever so slowly and with utmost delicacy, Luis, his first door neighbor, came to his house. He warned him his cousin’s rooster was really strong and fast as if he were half a pound lighter. He also said the rooster looked l...
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It finally happened!
This morning I got up and looked up – darkness, looked down – pitch black, to the left – nothing, to the right – still nothing.
Just as I was about to freak out, I remembered... and opened my eyes.
Mon, October 9, 2006 - 12:59 PM
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An extract from the diary of Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin DSO who was
among the first British soldiers to liberate Bergen-Belsen in 1945.
Camp
I can give no adequate description of the Horror Camp in which my men and myself were to spend the next month of our lives. It was just a barren wilderness, as bare as a chicken run. Corpses lay everywhere, some in huge piles, sometimes they lay singly or in pairs where they had fallen. It took a little time to get used to seeing men ...
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I found an old email from a girlfriend of many years:
subject: last night I dreamt I didn't have you anymore...
that you have gone diving in a lake (no tank, just mask) while I stayed by the shore.
After a while I notice that all the fish has fallen asleep, flat on the lake's surface, but you would not come up.
Then a whole rescue team shows up - everyone looking for you, but you are still nowhere to be found.
Suddenly I hear the sound of someone snoring.
I walk on the water su...
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few random questions for a great nation
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what happened to a great nation once full of promise and hope? ]
why wait another full year to get the oilmen with blood on their hands out of the white house?
why so many protest singers and so few protest songs?
what happened to make love n...
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Los Angeles, Sunday
(blog entry)
Aurelio is feverishly trying to fasten the new blade to his cock’s foot. Warm drops of blood dripping down the feathers make the string soggy and impossible to tighten into a good, firm grip.
He feared it would come to this. Last night as he wa...
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Panic attack
(blog entry)
It finally happened!
This morning I got up and looked up – darkness, looked down – pitch black, to the left – nothing, to the right – still nothing.
Just as I was about to freak out, I remembered... and opened my eyes.
Compliments of Banksy's Manifesto
(blog entry)
An extract from the diary of Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin DSO who was
among the first British soldiers to liberate Bergen-Belsen in 1945.
Camp
I can give no adequate description of the Horror Camp in which my men and myself were ...
read more
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