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That Kind of Night

Tuesday, July 31st, 2007

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The caffeine has me blurry for the pound of it and those peels of my mind not scythed away in pseudo-lingual artifice wander most questioningly into places long tied away, sunken to the bottom of my being, for the ordered and secure progression of that reality most preferentially ordained by those concerned with that sort [...]

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TMI? STFU!!!!11!1!eleven

Friday, August 6th, 2004

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In honor of Rick James’ passing, I would like to discuss with you my unbelievable disdain regarding your flitty grammatical catch-phrases, needlessly complicated abbreviations, unnerving verbal stops and the brethren of such lingual aberrations. Remember as you read this that I am writing directly to you. Take as much offense as possible, because it is [...]

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Where the Smart People are at?

Thursday, May 20th, 2004

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Incompetence is the Black Plague of the new millennium. It ebbs from those infected and rends the very soul of those it touches in two. It is quickly becoming a force of critical mass. Its returns will need to diminish, though. By the very nature of the thing its half-life is nigh. Its reliance on [...]

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Two Taps

Thursday, October 4th, 2001

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Alright – it is time for me to put myself down. I am obsolete. It is time to slip 900CCs of phenobarbital into the quick of my veins and let loose the dogs of war. This body is useless. I have tried somewhere around 45 different internet companies in this detestable little state and each [...]

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