this means nothing to most of you, but i was riding a badass backyard ramp and phil wasson took my picture while i was doing tables.
i dont really need much more out of a day.

umm i have yr 59th/temporary addy, which is where i sent it, my room really needed it this time, as in vomit covered floor and such [a.k.a. last night was a bit out of hand…] i know another sam, jealously missin you.

saw the bradbury rip-off tonight, i think i enjoyed the depth of some of the interviewed soldiers more than the rest. as one mother discovers in the film, i hate the war, but i have nothing but respect and admiration for the soldiers who are there only because they saw no other way out of where the system had wedged them. when they talked of war they weren’t hardened, moreso they seemed to carry a world-ly understanding about them.

tomorrow i will hope for clear skies so that i might see friends from far off lands, texans….

years from now, i was a traveliing performer, looking for a place to stay in the big city. i ran acroos an old friend and escaped the overbearing clutches of my troupe. i was let alone at this home, curiosity won the day and i began to explore the residential contents. amongst other collecter normalities in plain sight on a table next to the door is a purple Crown Royal bag, a grenade, and some random ceramic and cloth statues of dogs. a creative wave comes to me and i immediately place all the dogs in a bowl, pull the pin throw the explosive ontop and cover it with the bag, run into a bedroom and return after a bang. the air carries a familiar scent and i pull the bag away. through the hole that has been created, its contents remain in the bowl: small baggies of pot and something else that resembled uncooked fried ice cream, but i knew it to be some other illicit substance. paniced i wrap them in a tight ball, stuff them back through the hole, arrange everything as close to its origin as i can, then remove my self to the alley. here i come upon a couch and amidst police chases, streetfights, runnings of bulls, and all else imaginabe, i watch little house on the prarie reruns on one of the monitors that are everrywhere these days. soon enough o doze off. i am jostled awake at the wheel of my car, which i thought had died years ago (being chased through mountainous drainagee systems such as this will only make it happen later, but still ontime) then i arrive, or more-so the road turns into a skatepark, i ride the night away.

um, i got this randomly, looks kinda cool

“Hi,

We just launched a new public repository for street art called Street Memes. I
am writing emails to a few bloggers who might be interested in the topic. The
project tracks the spread of stencil graffiti, sticker art, and political
posters:

streetmemes.com

It is run entirely by submissions from the public, so if you have a camera you
can send street art from your neighborhood. Also free to use any images on the
site for non-commercial purposes ? they are under a Creative Commons Share-Alike
license.

Let me know what you think.

–Ryan
Street Memes Editor”

i cleaned my room.

my cousins are awesome.

apparently two friends of mine were discussing normalcy today and they came to the conclusion that i am not normal. i appreciate that this is the type of things that are said about me behind my back…they then ask me if i felt i was, my two answers were: 1. no, but if everyone was like me, the world would be a better place. and 2. no, and im glad that im not because everyone else pretty much sucks. then i couldn’t stop pondering it for the remainder of the eve. then my thoughts began to remind me of bumperstickers, then i stopped thinking about it, thanks to screeching weasel [if anyone can get me a copy “i wanna be a homosexual” on vinyl, i’ll go gay for you]. umm, i saw hella, need new body, wolev, the microphones, they all ruled, but in a race its need new body with the win. wolev was great as well, female solo w/guitar in french that just sounds like tones and not language, really good, but i cant find any info about her. i finished a mix cd, get intouch if you want one get in touch, oddly its themes came out as hitler/satan/and love with styles ranging from cat stevens/the exploited/merzbow/joy division/etc. plus ill make a cool case and each one gets its own title and drawn cdr and other stuff (basically i’m getting rid og my junk mail and calling it a unique cd case, im so clever). now i think im gonna make an acapella noise cd, possibly all recorded in my car while driving/delivering. plusnic/fred/bruce/i are gonna have a band by the 4th of july for nics bbq, if you wanna go to that, there will be bluegrass and death metal.

music: wyclef[?] wolfsthroat, cex, CPUwar, fidel villeneuve

pictures from last saturday.

it just started pouring. nothing like a day off in the rain.

ok, so first my cell erases most of my phonebook, then my home phone is down for 3-4 days, here’s stuff from that trying period of my life:

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i feel a growing wall of anger and alienation that will crush down upon me at any given time.

today i was thinking of how it pains me that i will never go through the experience of losing a tooth ever again. well, not in the way a child does. that part of my growth and regenerative capabilities are finished. from the first knowing nudges of the tongue against a wiggling tooth, to feeling the sharp edge of the base as it becomes ever further un-lodged. these are lost to me. i want to run my tongue between the emptiness, the feeling of hard surrounding the soft gummy bit that remains then the nub beginning to poke through the surface. the taste of blood…

it is now 5:45p.m. friday june 11th 2004.

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i got up at 5:30a.m., i drove 7 hours to ride my bike for about as long, i created a sequel to chicago is disposable [now with a fresh summer vacation feel!!], i ate with my parents, i sat in the dark for an hour or so, i watched american splendor, five more minutes of darkness, i wrote this entry in a doogie howser-esque text edit document as our phone seems to have died, i just ripped “choice points for the application of force” by Zbigniew Karkowski, im going to try and fall asleep to it.

it is now 11:46p.m. saturday june 12th 2004.

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more people have borrowed my copy of mazzy stars’ “so tonight that i may see” cd than any others [well except maybe stuntrock].

you never call back when i call you.

it is now 2:55a.m. sunday june 13th 2004.

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well, in looking back, i guess yesterdays title could be taken in a less than pleasant way, all i meant is that it had a certain bad alliteration quality, and in no way was commenting on menstruation. [writing this makes me feel dirtier, because what if im the only one who considered this aspect?]

hmm to make a obscure reference or quick rundown? how about both? i missed the end of a goodbye, but if you look closely, i did leave a random green shape in your sketchbook, there was an intended caption, but i didn’t get a chance to write it, some other time perhaps? i spun in an empty room. well, others wandered in and out, they liked when i played “informer” [you do remember snow don’t you?] my memory grew while concurrently losing a long string of random numbers, i have therefore begun a battle with the providers, and angered the creators. from all of this a new opportunity has been created that may keep me here in boulder for much longer than i had ever imagined, time will tell

oh, and i’ve been watching: eraserhead and day of the dead.

i find that there are some books that down right need blood stains on them.

oh, and holy crap!