tygerblade

Memoirs of the Living Dead

reckless words
spill across my screen
words of love
words of pain
words of emptiness
why do I pretend they are real?
there are no words
there is no blood
my heart bled out
through my wrists long ago
all I feel is phantom agony
in the hollow where once it trembled
where once I imagined
that I was human...
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Kkhhaaaannnn!!!!!!!!!!


Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were...
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I'm off to the land of Tejas today, land of steers and queers. I believe Irvine is a college town, so perhaps I will run into some of those Girls Gone Wild types over Spring Break. (I have ways of making beer goggles work to my advantage.) Most of 'em will probably be somewhere more fun though, like Cancun or Ft. Lauderdale. Hopefully my hotel...
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I stole this from Chuck Sheperd's News of the Weird. He stole it from the London Times:

"Because perhaps hundreds of Japanese Yakuza gangsters are nearing retirement age, the Ministry of Health, Labor, and Welfare has drafted rules for the former gambling, loan shark, and protection workers to qualify for benefits, according to a March dispatch from Tokyo in The Times of London. Since...
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The Getty Center Vortex

Ever since I moved to California, the Getty Center has acted on the course of my life like a giant whirlpool in an ocean. Every time I safely skirted by it's tidal pull on Highway 405, my friends would point to it and say "that's a cool place to go, we should go there someday, I haven't been in forever." But...
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Why is simple human interaction so complicated? I like a girl--I tell her so. If she likes me, then we spend time together. If not, then we don't. Why is it never that simple?

I miss the old days, where if a cute girl gave you butterflies in your stomach, you could throw her over the back of your horse, lock her in a tower,...
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I have an interesting day planned for tomorrow. I'm starting off at a Sikh temple, as part of my anthropology class project. I will be attending the service, and a lunch they are preparing for us afterwards. An italian girl I've been flirting with recently will be there too.

Then I'm taking off from there to Disneyland, to meet up with an ex-girlfriend from six...
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Sorry, I've been gone for awhile. Been busy at school. Homework comes as quite a culture shock to the full time employed. Here's a post you may have missed:

For my Anthropology class, my homework assignment was to define all of reality within 1-2 pages; whether I believe there is more in the universe around me than just matter and energy, what can be explained...
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I am now a bony-fide student. I have my ID and everything. Now I finally get a discount at movie theatres again, and all I have to do is show up for class tomorrow and pretend to pay attention while secretly goggling all the hot chicks who are far too young for my own good. Things could be worse...

I'm taking Web Design, 2D Art,...
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I survived Christmas...barely. I survived the lack of internet somehow, and even dodged the bible belt sermons by the skin of my teeth, but still managed to injure my back prior my return travel. Lugging luggage through airport security when you can't even stand up straight is not fun. It's now a week later, and I still require drugs to get through the day. Uuurrrgghh!!!...
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