August 25th, 2003

Stab Time

"I'm going to naturaly erode you in the face."

Earlier I was browsing through my folders (upon folders) of shitty webcam picsTM, and was actually surprised at the mass of pics I take. I always feel like I'm posting too many. Try to space them apart a bit. I guess in context, it's not that bad.. No cuts of 25 different angles of the same dopey expression. No people on my 'friends of' list who only know my journal for the pictures. No fucking wishlists. Not tooo many cat pics.

Sad though was the plethora of event pics that never see the light of day. My drunken friends. Bands I haven't had sex with. Boys I have. (That doesn't count towards my cat total.. I swear.)

I refer to most of my pic entries as "cheap", because it's usually a quick and dirty filler when I can't cohese the brain cells. When ten thousand things are happening and none of them are communicative. When my car breaks down and the cat has worms and I'm getting email from my lawyer and looking for a doctor and all hopped up on meds and the fridge is outside on the front step. When everything's buzzing into a low drone, and even attempts at vaguery melt into a silent forward stare.

On that note.
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In Dreams

Some thoughts never burn away.

I have this image in my mind of my dad laughing like Dr Hibbard at his brother's funeral, and it begs to escape, but I know there's no way to express it in the manner in which it rests.
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    if I catch it comin' back my way I'm gonna serve it to you