howlings
Labels
good words
the ministry
adoration
a pair of thieves
things that make sense to me
hauntings
carnivore shit
the rules
space travel
conversations with the dead
lucky me
precious precious
yowza
gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh
inky poison fingers
muse shit
celebration
missing
babe central
wake the fuck up
fuck off plebes
good job guys
love shit
patterns
want
folk-song angels
music shit
summertime
prophecies
the fear
bad dreams
dissapointment
ourobouros
vancouver bliss moment
kewl shit
on being a cyborg
sleepwalker
soulmates
unabashed love for canadian poetry
alberta
good city
idea-trove
keep your chin up
private time
springtime
the life
William S. Burroughs
america
das kewt
funny tings
iames augustine aloysius joyce
ifeellikeshit
old world
papa hemingway
real royalty
sadkitten
spain
strange times
time for change
work is a drug
APOD
Nietzsche
Peter Carey
crafts
dancing
dostoevsky
forced forgetting
if i had a dick
nightmares
not allowed
on being a total perv
things are different now
waste of thought
welcome sacrifices
3.18.2010
FIGHT ME!
You can hardly fight anyone for very long without employing his weapons and using his methods; and to fight a man with ideas means adapting your ideas to his mind. Conflict is contact.
(T.S. Eliot)
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