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Month: April 2009

  • Lone Surviver by Marcus Luttrell

    Gurglings of a conflicted mind, an exploratory post.   I read this book, and it’s haunting me. It’s about a Navy SEAL team that went on a reconnaissance mission in Afghanistan. The team was compromised by local goat herders, who they allowed to live…to their own detriment. The goat herders presumably alerted the Taliban and…

  • How to Cope Without Your Favorite Writing Utensil or an Interesting Blog Topic

    Sex. Also, mentioning “sex” in a blog brings you more traffic, or so Bryan says. Put as many sexual tags as you can think of on your blog post. Think hard. Try to find another writing utensil. Tell yourself that this other writing utensil is perfectly sufficient. Upon immediate dismissal of the above point, keep…

  • Predator Poised to Strike

    a sharpened pencil the way I like with nothing to say so I write my name over and over to soothe my compulsion and wayward way word mind   a predator poised to strike with no prey no pray in sight insight incite

  • The Same and Worse

    As yet undecided which is a problem because before I was categorically appalled.   I fear my stance might be right-wing. I fear my stance, if I look too closely, might be inhumane. I fear my stance might make me a bad person.   In my heart I believe in torture. Torture is a way…

  • Needling

    A slip of the hand and prick. You’re bleeding. Your nerves are momentarily severed. A prick and you’re in a world of agony for a moment of time.   Once, when I was a child, my mother dropped a needle. She was in the middle of telling me not to run through the living room…

  • No Depth Here: Not an Important Post (for Real)

    It should be one or the other but I want both protein or fiber I’m getting older I need both but the calories the calories the blasted calories   Consuming food is a distraction from losing weight, which is a distraction from dating, which is a distraction from my realistic but negative outlook on life.

  • Violation

    He was dangerous. A naked middle-aged man except for the leopard underwear. Not boxers, briefs, tight briefs. He was drunk and yelling and screaming at my friend, stomping around, dick flailing about. He ordered her out of the room, to talk to her mother.   So he was in the room with me. I was…

  • fluke

    The fluke is happiness not dreariness of course.

  • Coagulation

    Coagulated emotions like blood produce clots which travel to your heart and kill you   With each beat your pulse weakens as you do over time   You will die you know it’s the style in which you go that counts

  • Might’ve Been

    You have to keep in mind that I had to actually close my hotmail account because of the phishing. What this means is I’ve had to close the door on certain contacts, one of which is the ex. And to close the door on him means I close the door to any communication ever with…