So, I’m tired of paying for this shit

I’m going free. For years I have paid for websites and hosting. I used to do it so I had more photo storage and stuff, but with photobucket and youtube, it’s seems pretty stupid now days. So, here I am and I’m happy. Please update your links and masturbation patterns.

A letter with no recipient.

The only thing that could have made last night better is if you came home with me and laid next to me. Better yet, on me with your head on my chest so you could hear what you do to my heart. I could lightly stroke your back and play with your hair, kiss the crown of you head, until you fell asleep. It’s all I really wanted.

cant sleep

thoughts buzz like thousands of vespas in my skull

each one with a face

past present and future represented

i just want to be left alone

this humming torture seems unending

why haunt me eyes from my life

i have done you no wrong

but all i can do is think on you

and feel destroyed

each beaming headlight of an eye

scorches my mind and scars me and scars me and scars me

I have decided I need to get into acting.

Over the years I have been invited to do stand-up and been invited to Second City, all of which I have declined. Well, it’s time for me to suit up and get to it! I have decided to get into acting through comedy. I know it’s gonna be a lot of work, but it’s what I need to do. Why? you may ask. Well, I need to marry Rosario Dawson.

Now, I can hear you saying shit like “you have no chance” and “just go gay”, but to you I say nay! I have a quest, and it is to have Rosario Dawson on my arm for the rest of my life. Du sublime au ridicule il n’y a qu’un pas.

PS, if you are not in love with her, watch this and fall like you’ve never fallen before

The better part of 1000

I should be asleep but the waves of words keeps crashing through my head keeping me awake. This week the girl I’m into decided to get weird, my sister I never speak about contacted me out of the ether through MySpace, I got very interested in another woman, and a story I need to write keeps battering at me but still can’t break out of my head. Maybe the story will not manifest because I can’t think of a name for my little protagonist. Also, the only books I’m reading right now are “Inferno” and “Tao Te Ching”. Not a lot of levity there.

I have taken this week off to clear the fog from my head.

I want to inhale the smoke and feels it’s venom burn and snake through the hallways of my body.

Sorry, that last line has just been repeating inside my head for the better part of an hour. I needed to spit it out.

I feel a block