...fills our house. Yes, indeed. It is a sad day in Boston after the Tarheels spanked Boston College's ass by an unheard of 30 something points... they will be practicing Hard tonight and it is no one's fault but their own. Tyler Hansbrough will be a legend at UNC-CH but he will never make it into the Big Leagues... no. He will not.
Someone has finally realized that my writing is not mere hammerings on the keyboard... A new startup magazine in Dubtown has given me the chance to scar the world with a few rantings. Creative Professional Magazine will be coming soon to a convenience store near you and I will be raping the minds of the readers with my sophisticated style... maybe.
An addendum... thesportsrooster.com is a myspace/espn hybrid that my college roommate is running... they will be calling me later today to see if I have what it take to be part of the Press. This is a Big Day for me. This may be the Foot in the Door that I have been waiting on. Regardless, I will continue to write until my hands curl into claws from carpal tunnel or arthritis... that is my gift--that is my curse.
Indeed, the world is not ready.
-it is what it is-
there's nothing like a handful of words to depict the madness of daily life. it seems so simple sometimes yet the maddening truth is that there is nothing simple about it. you never know when life will creep up on you and bite. i only hope to guide someone thru the chaos.
sheltons
-four boys-
word reign
welcome to my blog..... it means nothing and is nothing...
it is what it is..... hope everyone enjoys these late nite musing and ravings. Word Reign (Rain) let the words just fall down like rain.
some sort of paradox i think... at least that's what i was going for. welcome to my world.
it is what it is
-i think they like me-
take this with you
The streets are exteneded gutters and the guttrs are full of blood and when the drains finally scab o ver, all the vermin will drown. the accumulated filth of all their sex and muder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper--"no".
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
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