Thursday, July 9, 2009

Moving on...

to a new blog. Just tab to domesuchikku in my profile.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I slept through my psych exam last night. Good thing I get to average one out at the end of the semester. I hate when I do shit like this. Also forgot to pay my phone bill I have to run up to the mall at 10 and do that. 

Aside from those mis-steps everything is great right now. I'm working on a great project for my education course where I'll be examining conflict resolution and how it relates to the Evolution v. IDiocy debate. Clearly, I am biased. My partner for the project has been a conlfict resolution counselor for years though so score one for research. 

I'm out cycling for a few hours while we have this weather before the next few days of Tarterian hell. Summer come quickly.

Monday, March 2, 2009

hymie's basement

Somebody told me when the bomb hits
everybody in a 2-mile radius will be instantly sublimated,
but if you lay face down on the ground for some time,
avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive,
permantly fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted
but if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do when the air that was once you
is mingled and mashed with the kicked-up molecules of the enemy's former body
big-kid-tested, motherfucker approved.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

pt. 2

and all i'm asking of you, not much,  is to show me
two living breathing reproducing pieces of machinery
then i'll see god and concede that he is more than me
but until that time i will be a fount of blasphemy


i don't need no bullshit-non-profit-self-aggrandizing aggregate
get lost with your whitewash blues cos' i can't handle it
with self pity aside and moot factors not considerate
i'm feeling pretty good, lining up afore-lit candlesticks

Wednesday, February 25, 2009


I have been down right awful about keeping up my writing. 

I'll get to writing here again soon, but for now my favorite lyrics of all time.

Listening for the hoofs of the rescue party
Waiting for some ghost pony to glide into Berkely
With an old fish bowl for a tear-trap strapped to its ghost saddle
And it moves slow like an exercise bike on an airport walkway

Something that wouldn't smell like ground ants or glossy magazine cologne

But a wet street after light, late summer rain
A wooden match just lit
Or something new in the green subject of a landscape painting
Or something new in the foreground in a poster of some Asian mountains
that says "PATIENCE" in a funky italics

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

In line to vote!

Got up at 4:15 to get here by 4:30, and to my surprise I was the first one in line.