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The Curse of Incompleteness.: May 2014
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Friday, May 9, 2014. When I was twenty years old I was dealt the hardest blow to my idea of self that I have ever taken. And the greatest part was that it was my Mom who dealt the shattering blow. There, we had a long profound conversation about the homework assignment which was: What one sentence rules your life? My moms reply "I just had a conversation about what behavior is appropriate at school and what isn't.". Happy Mothers Day, Mom. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: A conversation with my stomach
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Thursday, June 19, 2014. A conversation with my stomach. Setting: Bart Platform, rush-hour (I'm standing on the platform, music playing in my ears, zoning out when suddenly.). Stomach: ggggggrrrrrrr. GGrrrrrrrRRRrrrrr. GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRR. Stomach: AAAHHHHRRRRGGGGGG RAHHHAHHAHAHARRrrrr FEED. Me: Oh. ugh. (starts swaying back and forth, clutches stomach.) Ow! My body starts to feel numbness and tingling spreading towards my extremities. Saliva washes into my mouth, am I going to pass out or just puke? Me: Th...
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: My Sage
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Thursday, June 26, 2014. We always grew up around animals. But the very first dog that I called my own, was a black lab husky mix named Sage. The most important three memories that come to mind when I think of that sweet loving pup are as follows:. For three years Sage was my dog, and I loved him and played with him and had the best dog a boy could ever ask for. I miss you Sage. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Read the blog. You'll eventually figure it out. View my complete profile. Songs that get me.
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: May 2010
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Friday, May 28, 2010. The sky at night is a deepening red. Someone stabbed the sun, and out she bled. Sinking into the sea at night. Robbing the world of all it's light. Then the darkness comes so quick to steal. The hope of dawn, the wold to heal. Wind rapes my ears and chills my bones. Nothing left in the night but shrieking moans. Of a soul, lost, alone and afraid. How many more times must my conscience be stayed. The stars at night keep a watchful eye. Feigning indifference to my heartfelt cry. I kno...
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: March 2010
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Wednesday, March 31, 2010. Roommates. A Home On Castro. I moved in on January 1st 2004. It was a 20 something bachelor pad and the living room furniture was a matching green futon couch and chair. I cant remember if there was anything on the walls. The most annoying thing about this new home was that it was the unfortunate dwelling of Psychotica, the most evil, people-hating cat I have ever known. There are stories. I barely followed it. jeeze. For a week everyone stayed in their rooms. The silence w...
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: February 2014
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Thursday, February 27, 2014. When I was in 6th grade at Parmalee Elemetary school in Indian Hills, CO. The school music teacher got it in her head that we were old enough and mature enough to tackle for that years school play, Gilbert and Sullivan's: The Mikado. I have no memory of auditioning, but somehow, miraculously, I was cast in the title role as The Mikado. I was eleven years old and thrilled to death! I got a great gig running the USF law clinics for two semesters (9 months) before they hired som...
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: July 2014
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Thursday, July 31, 2014. And run back to my seat in front of the tv. We grew apart after the age of eleven, he discovered baseball and started doing more things that I wasn't interested in. And instead of going to play with him I opted to stay in my room and play with all of our toys. And the distance between us was born. I love you and Happy 40th birthday my dearest brother, Josh. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Read the blog. You'll eventually figure it out. View my complete profile. Songs that get me.
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: March 2014
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Thursday, March 13, 2014. Oh My Goth. I just want to Die. Dye. DYE my hair black! The Old Timers Hawk. The Front-styled Free Curl. The 30's Dandy Do. The NOTHING LIKE BIEBER! The I Just Don't Give A Damn Curl. The Loose Left Pomp. The Box Side Sweep. The Just Woke Up Do. The Serial Killer in Bad Lighting. The Full Day of Sweating Do. The Nondescript Extra Hair. The Elevated Sweep Back. The Really Scared Hair. The English Rock Star. The Holy Shit, You're Crazy Hair. Tuesday, March 4, 2014. The navy requir...
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: My top 10 books
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Thursday, September 4, 2014. My top 10 books. 10 The Incident at Hawks Hill, by Allan Eckert. 09 The Perfect Storm, by Sebastian Junger. 08 Ishmael, By Daniel Quinn. 07 Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, by JK Rowling. We never mention this last movie in the series. disgusting abortion that it was. What David Yates was thinking is completely beyond me but he ruined it to a degree that I still cant bring myself to buy the movie. Just so wrong that ending. wrong. 05 Be Now, Buddy What, by Dan Spencer.
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The Curse of Incompleteness.: June 2014
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Thursday, June 26, 2014. We always grew up around animals. But the very first dog that I called my own, was a black lab husky mix named Sage. The most important three memories that come to mind when I think of that sweet loving pup are as follows:. For three years Sage was my dog, and I loved him and played with him and had the best dog a boy could ever ask for. I miss you Sage. Thursday, June 19, 2014. A conversation with my stomach. Stomach: ggggggrrrrrrr. GGrrrrrrrRRRrrrrr. GGGGRRRRRRRRRRRR. My body s...
