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Tim Russert died. it sucks. i'm going to get a six pack.

                        funkin' drunkin'. it was fun. go to band practice, drink a case of beer, go to the bar, drink guiness and shots of jaeger, go home and drink beer until...

it seems odd that so much difficulty should have arrisen from my intention to not do a thing. i am quite possessed of the talent of idleness. yet, in this endevour, my brain, it screams at me. as if...

I HAVE STAINED MYSELF WITH TEARSWITH KNIVES & FEARS &RENOUCIATIONSWITH THE SALT OF HER SWEAT & THE PROMISE OF CHRIST'S BLOODI HAVE STAINED MYSELF WITH FAILURE& MAD RAMBLINGS & CRUDE DESIRES.I HAVE...

     got a stupid cold, still it's better than the mother of a hangover i'd have at this point, not sleeping well, and writing like some cheap film noir main character.     not really missing...

today was a day. nothing. perfect day for getting erased. yet i didn't. who'd a thunk. lakers lost, always good. i need to get some reading done, get some writing on. and...

I guess this whole thing is dependant upon my desire for involvement in the world. a desire which for most of my life, ebbed with the passing of of influences much more random than the passing of...

    I just read that ancient Romans refered to slaves as addicts. the word persisted, and now if someone is a slave to something, they are an addict. I refuse to be a slave, whether to alcohol or...

Alcohol is not a mysterious creature. It has no sentient powers. It possesses no intuitions, no powers of persuasion, and no proess in the ways of bedevilment. It possesses no skills, no aptitudes,...