One shining star. One glimmer of a kinder world. The one thing good to happen to me in so so long. I had to know that this hope would provide nothing. Between the rage of the day and the tears of the night there was the beautiful pain of you. Now you have collapsed upon yourself and left me alone.
The sky is oil black and mindless.
I hate it when you and a chick are getting along in the way that could lead to sexy time and she cuts it off randomly. She does have a man but come on. We need to do this shit!
Just checking this out from my iPhone. Maybe doing this on the go will make me better. Like ninja better. Not sure though. I’m too “robust” to be a ninja.
Insomnia. Pure and simple it seems. Circadian rhythms fail and human rhythms prevail.
The sun is cracking the gray sky as I write. Through the blinds I see the silhouettes of the final buildings before the lake. Framed in birthing light they hide their facades. Details lost by trickery and abstract ocular computation.
I don’t remember a full day of natural rays. My body has adjusted accordingly. Joy has been replaced with melancholy. Human relation has become sparse.
Slumber needs to find me. I’m not hiding. I feel like the kid someone forgot during hide-and-seek.
This is gonna take a while to get used to again.
Welcome the very first Faggot Friday! A (mostly) weekly strip detailing some of my favorite gay people, and some “straight” people that are total faggots.
Tim mothernonfucking Gunn. The man many television audiences have grow to love as a fashion consultant but has no fashion education. This dude has a BFA is SCULPTURE kids! Yet, there is no finer dressed dude on the tube.
This whimsical fuck is the patron saint of wanna-be good lookin cats everywhere.
Mr. Gunn has clawed his was white tooth and immaculately polish nail up through the entire fashion industry and has been made the Chief Creative Officer of Liz Clairborne. He has appeared on Ugly Betty and has an upcoming spot on the 100th episode of How I Met Your Mother. My love for this gent is bordering on fanatical.
So Tim Gunn, I salute you! In the pants! I am a straight man but if you ever want me to get all gay with you, I’m sure we can “make it work”.
*taptaptap* Is this thing on?
Hello?
Ladies and gents, I’m dusting off the keyboard for a bit. I got shit to say and all the time in the world to say it. No more mopey shit. Only pure awesome. If you are still around let a cracker know. See your ass soon!
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So, the Kiwi and I (btw, the Kiwi is the girlfriend) decided to go and shoot some pictures on the only warm day we’ve had in four months. She took many more than I did, but I got a couple I dig on. You can click on any of them to see different sizes and shit.
The second one I altered a bit, which is a first for me. It look like I should have a zombie in it.
The new girlfriend is good. Better than good. I am a happy robotic humanoid.
