crasscary

what do you know...here I am back again. They made me an offer I couldn't refuse!
I mostly 'blog at myspace.com/helpimarock if you have any interest in that....
maybe I'll see ya there...

Well ladies and gents, my life has become too busy to keep up with everyone here, so I'm gonna have to cancel my account. No point spending the money and not coming here more than once a month....
I'll be keeping a weblog at http://helpimarock.com/rt/
and also go see my pro photography site:
http://worldlooksred.com

Perhaps I'll be back.

bye.

I must be alive because my heart's still beating.

my spam looks like a dictinary went on a tequila bender and threw up random words into my inbox! It's like Dada poetry, and better than any I've ever written at that...

"Your words are empty hollow bleatings
Of a mental crutch
They're open-festered indigestion
With a velvet touch
An ether-eating Eskimo
Would gag upon your sight
Convulsed into oblivion
From laughter or from fright
A coma with a sweet aroma
Is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception
That a grunt can gleam
Your lichen-covered corpuscles
Are filthy to my fist
Infection is your finest flower...
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Been *very* busy lately. My cohort in programming at work was dismissed from his position, and I now do all of the in house work. Two complete jobs, done by a very stressed out crasscary. At least I have a job that isn't killing Middle-Easterners, which is what it seems George W Jackass wants everyone to do.
Hm... what else? Ah yes.... I turn [AGE...
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Only when you have given up on everything, are you free to do anything.

woman.
woe to man.
green eyes that hold my gaze,
then burn a hole through me.
I am in high school again, paralyzed; drowning in a sea of green looking for the slightest flicker or sign to tell me which way to swim.... Instead of a (love)life preserver, I get a cinder block thrown.
Again, bewitching limpid eyes have become a brick wall in a...
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Hello to everyone! It's been quite a hectic couple of weeks! I got moved into the new house, and it was the easiest move I've ever had. I had seven friends help, and it only took three hours!
A little background is in order to understand the significance; over the years, I've indulged the packrat impulse by calling myself a collector. At various times the...
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I haven't updated this here 'blog in a while... It's been a hectic month. Somewhere between having no ride (Since this happened to it...), and moving into a new house on Feb. 28th, I've barely had time to breathe. I think the most stressful thing is fighting my packrat instinct and deciding which junk I can throw in the trash, and which junk I'll...
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Waffle House always has a way of giving me the reality check that I need. I was sitting in my local Waffle House at ten o'clock on VD, when my waitress came over to take my order. She said, "How you doin'?", which is a question I always answer honestly. If you don't want to know, don't ask My response was something along the lines...
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