July 2009
4 posts
REDUNDANT
It starts in the back of my chest, between my shoulder blades, growing and moving through my chest, up the back of my neck, then down my arms making my fingers tingle.
I’m addicted, always will be.
Playing Games & Pretty Things
The look people give me when I say I’m studying at N.M.I.T. is the most beautiful combination of pity, mocking and loss of respect since I did that thing at the what with the “… … Yeah,” so what I’m going to try and explain why im doing what I’m doing.
Last year I indulged myself in playing games with things, and paid little or no attention to what was...
Humming "Blame It On The Boogie"
If I scream the same thing loud enough for longer than anyone else, eventually everyone who wants to know something related to what I’m screaming about will have to hear what I’m screaming.
That’s basically the concept I’m getting from the internet. And that’s got me thinking. I know people who dislike the concept of things like Facebook, Twitter, Bebo, Blogger,...