There is no grace.
There is no guilt.
There is the Law.
Do What Thou Wilt.
Came down with an awful cold last week, high fever and liquid lungs. I quickly passed it on to the fam. It’s scary watching a two year old cough like an old smoker. I was too busy sleeping most of the time to take too much notice, though. It’s left me […]
I think I’m almost caught up with my thoughts. I’m not sure yet, so I’ll have to get back to you on that. I’ve been very busy lately, so all of my hobbies and various projects have taken a back burner. I wasn’t in school this semester, but I definitely had a […]
too much thinking going on in my head. it’s been a long day. every year it’s the same. winters are cold and long and while at first you don’t mind, by the end you’re praying for the sun. and then a hot day like this comes along and all i can […]
So I officially graduated. I got a souvenir cap and gown and a sunburn. After waiting in one of the halls for over an hour and sitting in the sun for another hour, I walked across the stage for a whole five seconds to get a thank you note from the school president. […]
Another four weeks until graduation. Not much going on until then. I met up with Zach from the RepRap project about two weeks ago at the dorkbot event. I’m excited to see what comes of this project. I’m hoping they get printed circuit boards in soon so I can start playing […]
Well, the spring semester has officially started. Problem is, I’ve graduated. Not officially, mind you. I’m still waiting on the paperwork. I was sure to stop by and make sure that everything was in order, though. Now I’m just waiting for the i’s to be dotted and t’s to be […]
I gave up on my spamming. Not on the scraping of profiles, mind you, but just on the attempts to send messages programatically. I figured it wasn’t worth all of the hassle in the tim eI have left to create it. So instead I started doing a little research, planning for my future and all. […]
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 […]
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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 |