Daily Archives: February 1, 2007

Invitations to the Dance

1.
hi i’m new here and thought it might be fun
to keep in touch with friends
and maybe meet some people
come say hi

2.
two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert

3.
preferences: children?
love kids, but not for me

4.
shoutout to all the shortyz

5.
don’t send me a picture of your dick
show me a face pic first
i’ve seen cock and unless
you’re the biggest on the site
it’s not going to make me cum

6.
look upon my works ye mighty and despair

7.
trajectories computed
throw weight calculated
impact accuracy determined

8.
hi
i never thought i’d be writing something like this
hi
this is the last place i thought i’d end up
hi
is there a woman out there who wants a nice guy
hi
i’m funny and sensitive like poetry elliot smith and sufjan stevens
hi
any other dave matthews fans out there

9.
statues break because they do not take themselves lightly

10.
what you conceived in a moment of loneliness
lasts beyond your subsequent coupling

11.
i’m currently in a relationship
and am only looking to play as a couple

12.
any hotties looking to chat

13.
someone’s raised a long hard rock with his name on it
putting it out on the web for all to see
email me for a webcam show
email me

14.
see the crumbled state
the war as lover
reaching for the next place
to make a stand

15.
hi
i’m new here


See my icon

and despair. That’s the new face of terror.

While the Boston Police have apprehended two people in the “bomb hoax” (and by the way, oh news media, I’m still trying to figure out how it was a “bomb hoax” when there was never an intent to make anyone believe the damn things were bombs), I think the real mastermind of the plot is still out there. You’ve got to ask yourself: Where was Carl when all this happened?

Are we really going to throw two guys in jail for this? Just get Turner Broadcasting to pay the costs and let’s move on, shall we?

WWMWD?


Myspace

sucks.

It also bites.

And it sucks.

It just ate my updates to my show schedule four times.

It bites. I knew this when I set the damn thing up, and I’ll grin and bear it, but…grrrrr.