tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60608572011-04-21T12:22:24.230-07:00<i>the problem remaining from the lack of monsters is we are only left to kill each other.</i>philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708278209020733789noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060857.post-1148707140182184222006-05-26T21:47:00.000-07:002006-05-26T22:19:00.193-07:00

Opening credits: Bernard Hermann - Opening Theme for Taxi DriverWaking up: Outkast - So Fresh, So CleanAverage day: The Ramones - Now I Wanna Sniff Some GlueFirst kiss: Keane - Bend And BreakFirst date: Radiohead - Killer CarsFalling in love: Atmosphere - Love LifeFight scene: Issac Hayes - Run Faye RunBreaking Up: Atmosphere - Fuck You LucyGetting back together: Al Green - I'm Still In Love With

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not just a food, its a state of mind!

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I dont need the stars or the moon, let the romantic fools reach for the cold desolate nowhere, thinking that their light will give them comfort. Don't give me power and endless wealth, all I want is the strength wrought from the dirt, and the will to continue. Someone with my name once said, Give me the strength to survive today, and I will live tomorrow. I believe that, and always will.

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You've been so longYour blind eyes are goneYour old bones are on their ownSo take off your coatPut a song in your throatLet the dead beats pound all aroundWe will go nowhere we knowWe don't have to talk at allHand-me-downs, flypaper townsStuck together one and allThe bargains you've draggedBuckets and bagsAnd all your belongingsYour train's in the sandRamshackle landLet the rats watch the racesWe

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If you could have exactly One Question, no matter the length, content, or absurdity, given an Answer that is complete, truthful, and absolute, what would it be? The Answer will be so amazing in its simplicity and perfection that it will leave no room for doubt or misunderstanding, nor will there ever be a possibility of it being wrong.However, Two Conditions Apply:1) You will never know who has

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All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people.

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I'm no stranger for the queer incident or two, but this wrangles my brain for any logical reason for its occurence.I woke up this morning, the shitty heater thats used in place of Central Air has once again raised the temperature to near Corona of the Sun Levels. I raised my head up to realize, that yes, indeed I was once again alive once more, but then I the sudden thought hit me, wait, what

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I need a ride home.

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This was received in my CS email account, enjoy.villainous little tin pots; and I never saw him enjoy anything so And how do youthink we are looking, Master Copperfield, - I over and over again. She rubs everything that can be rubbed, until being divided between my desire to appear to advantage, and my every morning, took away our bread; and also how he himself had secretly done for his

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He stood at the opening of the door way. He didn't have to hide his true face anymore, the compulsion to fall to his knees and beg had no need to be suppressed, it was gone.The others in the room backed away, rising from their places at his presence, moving with the agony of horrified recoil. He couldn't be alive, this quaking fear of a man, he was too weak to have survived, but there he was,

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there aren't any doors left to open, its time to break open the walls.the last letter has arrived, you blow up the mailbox.your home has burned to the ground, the world will be your hearth.the die is cast, you watch for the march.the last bullet is fired, you make sure it wasn't for you.you've got nothing left, leave that life behind, not your breath.its the last straw, seek out another bale of

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The rain was thundering down on his head, small rivulets running past his tusks, mixing the blood down into the puddles at his feet, waiting on the corner, he hadn't bothered to look at the sign above him, he knew he was at the right place, when he saw the Americar lurch to a stop in front of him, and his guardian angel opened the door for him. She was slumped back in her seat, the cord hooked

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Word Count: 50,023Status: Complete by NaNoWriMo standards, still have part 7-10 to finishConfidence: The savoring of completion.Thanks to word, gmail, and rtf format for making it possibleSpecial thanks to my brain for surviving this, and my fingers for lasting this long, my brother for giving reviews not always marked with sarcasmand Special Special Thanks to Melissa for putting up with my

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Word Count: 40,479Status: Behind, but moving.Confidence: Maybe!Hope may spring me from the doldrums yet... and melissa is the best, because, well, I can't tell you from stipulations with the Geneva Convention

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Word Count: 11,679Status: At Quota, with good faith.Confidence: HighI really hope the words don't sour on me when I return to read it all, it flows for now, and thats enough.

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Word Count: 9,057Status: Behind, again.Confidence: Stronger, after a long arduous, stretch it prudently flexes.My eyes hurt. I'm going to bed.

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Word Count: est. 4100Status: BehindConfidence: Still present, but looking a little underfed.The Story is sliding along at irregular bursts, but hope is still springing...

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Regulator An at least 50,000 word novel, for NaNoWriMoWish me Luck.

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The engine turned with a rumbling bliss, the smooth vibrations of the road giving a visceral high, why old tunk always wanted to run the messages. One cannot deny the run was risky, but the rewards, he never knew the word sensual until it curled around his body with warmed seats and a V12 grinding the miles away without, he felt the freedom almost with pain, care. He lost all feeling of

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1. Did you kill the target?2. Who heard?3. Who's still alive?4. Are you shot/stabbed/injured?5. Did you leave evidence?6. Did you cover your tracks?7. Are any fluids, substances, or parts of you in the vicinity capable of linking you to the crime scene?8. Are there any witnesses?9. If so, are they accomplices, enemies, or non-affiliated?10. If of the first, can they be trusted?11. If

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"... Mr Johannson, it seems we've come a long way today."The pale, bleeding man cleared his throat, and trusted the wound not to speak further."Yes, I think I have seen the light, as the more spiritual like to call it.""Do you believe you will begin attending religious services more often as a result of these proceedings?""No, I think that once faith becomes a certainty, it would be an insult to

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A purge has been commited today, further burning past marks, and with that, something recently born.There. He was deep set in the word as the solidity of it within the situation was under continued argument. With slow, easing motions he pitched the match out the window, air consuming the flame with a smoke chaser, the water below finishing. He wanted to shift his weight, but the car refused

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Karma had simply decided that it had our backs, sword and banana peel in hand. We began the drive late, the accord not making much protest as we gunned it onto 237, then departed to the gallows to fetch another man for the run. We amiably set out upon the dark terraces of Interstate 66 when the pig had another idea, there he was, radar in hand, but he seemed to find my violation in less

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The point to any trial and tribulation is that there exists either an end or a reward at the completion of the task. I have reached that end, and when I walked from that forsaken monster, I didnt look back. I was done, Lord God Almighty Free At Last. I was hoping for the choir to break out in song, but the world was dark and I was alone, but that was sufficient, so I could hasten back to the

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The pallets are endless, water, varying in source, shape, and size, but water nonetheless. I struggle to place these vessels of life with speed, ease being something tossed off as its waste became apparent. I am surrounded by water, yet my thirst is unquenchable. The water calls to me, and so many times I have wished to yield to the siren. I've had many a dream where I wished to spread my

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One realizes many postulates when staring at the black ribbon being eaten away by the teeth of a Ford Ranger. Life has no purpose beyond exactly what we wish to carve out of it with our own flesh and blood. No crusades, no drives are upon us, we give ourselves these burdens, the yokes were put on by choice, but we grow comforted by the weight of duty, and give in to the driver. All the while

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Today begins a small scale assault on the past of this speck of the internet, with a name change and a removal of all outside doors, we reach the dead end of 11:29, an inescapable moment for some, just another 60 seconds for most. The content style shall be attempted to be more interesting, and less typical of some journals, if only to boast a higher ability to grammar, if interested return

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Seeing the same boxes, every single night has a draining habit upon a man, as repitition removes the essential ingredient from worthwhile tasks, which being known as value. One moves the box perfectly once, and the long drawn out aisles are as straight as a slide rule, it doesnt factor for longer than an hour, one damned customer lays the capital palms upon the cake mix, the sugared health shit

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Colt .25 automaticWalther .38Snub Nose .38 Revolverand the monster under the arma .44 Magnum Revolver.I watched it again, and the lonliness strikes at me as if it were a beast.Damnation I love Taxi Driver, and that woman who keeps me sane.

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Recently someone was arguing about gay marriage when I realized something. If you are a Christian, you are bound by judge, or you too shall be judged. More or less, if what the people choose to do with their lives, whether alone, but if they wish to join together with that special someone regardless of sex, we as human beings should respect that. And really, if what they do is wrong, God will

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last night the machine broke, deep within the endless revolutions of my thoughts something was able to wreck a havoc unlike any I have since experienced, and hope never to again. It began in my own solitary chambers, and it was not unlike a raven portent for the doom that was to follow.The sensation began with an intense depression, as if madness and despair were themselves manifest within my

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As of late, I've been having the sensation that I've been sitting in a car thats slowly slipping off the edge of a cliff, I cant move as that may send the car over the brink. I can only lean into the situation that I wish I can stop the gravity of the moment from sending me down. Suddenly the cliff begins to give, and the whole heap shifts until only a gnarled limp of a tree is holding it up.

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of all and everything we can try to say, the only thing that ties, binds and holds all and everything together at this moment in whats there and always will be, her, these people, the livid world that melts bends and breaks at the turn of flare, it is held together by the guided chaos of our minds. To ask for more is impossible, to take it away is a suicide of the soul only we can keep. -214

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Yesterday I saw a rise of cloud, or gas, it seemed to be escaping from behind a hill, and for awhile it looked like a normal billow of steam, but as I walked down the hill, the angle changed, and it changed. It seemed to become a huge person, alot like a woman, rising out of the ground and bent over backgrounds trying to raise her arms to heaven, but after a while the whole body started to fall

philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708278209020733789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060857.post-1070525312649261862003-12-04T00:08:00.000-08:002003-12-04T00:08:43.456-08:00

Ok, recently I've had a few random thoughts bouncing about in my head, on the subject of video games. There has been a grand spike lately of WWII games, everything from over the top shooter Return to Castle Wolfenstein, but what really set off the parade of these games has to be Medal of Honor, with a combo of historic scenes and absolute nazi slaughtering mayhem, with that other games began to

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