There is no grace.
There is no guilt.
There is the Law.
Do What Thou Wilt.
sometimes art makes me feel inferior, screaming from it’s canvas “and what have you done lately?!”. sometimes i delude myself into thinking that writing is art, and that i am a writer. i can never quite seem to get around to proving it, though. i tell myself it’s just my age, and that eventually it […]
working, music going, consciousness humming along with the thousand rythyms my room is heir to, and my child sleeps. across the room, around corners, nestled in the quiet, dark bed. Do you I hear him crying? Was that him moving around? No, just a noise. But my brain thinks it […]
well, it’s been a long day. eventful. but that doesn’t say much. every day is eventful, unless you’re in a coma or just sleep through it. even then there are events, just not one’s you’re conscious of. i was sitting here peacefully at my computer. the speakers were turned up to watch […]
So much for writing here on a daily basis. Or weekly, basis at that. It’s been a busy couple of weeks, somehow, and I’m feeling rather beat up. And this is my “vacation” time, as school starts in a matter of weeks. I’m trying to choke down my trepidation about going back […]
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Skittish
Mike Doughty |
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Mythmaker
Skinny Puppy |
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Who Still Kill Sound?
Kid606 |
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The Wall (disc 2)
Pink Floyd |
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Portrait of an American Family
Marilyn Manson |