lokidog

my 100lb black dog punched me in the eye.

so, i have a nice scratch across the white part of my eye ball. it both burns, and stings.

my dog is the only person i trust. he keeps secrets, likes long walks in the dark, and doesn't like the moon.

red wine

rock music

watching dead man again

all black, and white with the sound turned down...

"my name is nobody, he who talks much, and says nothing.."

i am a captured animal.

i just built a hot fire, ate fresh king crab, and drank strong, cold, white wine.

making a fire is like making love to a woman; you must give her everything she wants until she is hot enough to keep you alive.

it's early, it's dark, and it's cold.

when the sun comes up, and the clouds move there will be more snow on the tops of the mountains, and it will be a little closer to my house. in a couple more weeks my big black dog will be outside trying to catch snow flakes while i'm building a fire to sit by.

don't get me...
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after the sex i had last night, red wine, at 10:30am seems totally reasonable.

i'm not trying to be boastful in anyway. it was just so good that my thoughts are saturated with images. there are still physical reminders; hints of her scent on my facial hair, sweetly sore pierced nipples that tell me about every move my t-shirt makes, and the well used tender...
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it's been a strange weekend...

reality, finality, memory, and desire all kind of train wrecked....

now, it's later than i want it to be, and i'm sitting in the wreckage of now. and then. wondering who to be, where to go, and if it matters. i am truly cursed with the beauty of bad timing.

the only thing that makes sense right now is a...
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it's funny how sometimes memories can become more vibrant because of something that has just happened.

last night it was raining i mean really coming down. so, i walked outside, and stood in the rain until i was soaked. as i was standing there getting wet memories started coming back with unexpected clarity, and intensity. which kind of explains why i didn't go back inside,...
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it would seem, after looking back at last night that i may have consumed too much alcohol. i remember looking at the bar tender, and ordering a shot of hundred proof rum with ice. i don't like rum. i never have. but when you are looking for a good challenge, and a drink that is going to get all over you in a hurry, rum...
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it's getting late.

in the darkness the world shrinks, and here the sounds of me typing, and air plains ascending is all that is real.

i've been hearing about protests, and people marching for peace.

if edgar alan poe, teamed up with hunter s thompson, they might have written our current reality: a frat boy, with no eloquence what so ever is the "leader" of...
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i always spend time away from SG land in the summer, but when i come back to it in the fall, i have never failed to be impressed by the quality of beauty, in the images i look through.

in addition to this there is the interactive aspect of the site. a feature that gives everyone involved a more human, and individual feel.

it's starting...
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mmmmmmm..... time off....


i've now blasted, and painted a bridge, that was a quarter mile long, and a million gallon fuel tank, on a coast guard base, on the island of kodiak.

i've seen parts of alaska, i have never seen before. i've also only had 8 days off since the end of may.

now what?

mexico, oregon, or thialand.

too much work... not enough fun...

makes me go something... something...

crazy?

don't mind if i do.