umalrion
[Recent Entries][Archive][Friends][User Info]
Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in the "umalrion" journal:
|
10:16 pm
[Link] |
redemption
i waited for this for so long, i don't even know if i want it. also napalm. i spent the last hour drinking room temperature vodka and photoshopping myself out of pictures. i asked her if she would mind not mention god every other sentence. she asked why. i told her if i wanted to hear demented fairy tails, i'd give acid to five year olds. i spent 540 on books. the same price as 33 boxes of ammo. oh well.
|
|
02:27 am
[Link] |
the pros and cons of getting wrecked on monday
she was online so i said hey. from there, it escalated. she said if she had to change her name, she'd change it to candy as it is the epitome of trashy names. and yeah, i can kind of see why. oddly enough, i didn't tell her about the petite brunette with green eyes named candy i met some 17 months ago. a $74 lap dance and i cried the whole time. i couldn't ask her any of the things i wanted to know and resigned to ignorance by cowardice. anne needed someone to take pictures, so i did. 87 motion blurred jpgs later we then proceeded to dance the devil's jig. monday always holds such wonders. oh well
|
|
01:36 am
[Link] |
someone filled the ice dispenser with broken glass.
if it was up to me, steroids would be mandatory for baseball players and they'd use aluminum-titanium-tungsten bats. hockey would be mixed martial arts on ice and one randomly selected player on each team would be drugged with pcp. gymnastics would be done on teflon surfaces and the spectators would have tasers. basketball would be played on a sand court and the court would tip like a see-saw. yeah that would be sweeeeet
|
|
11:48 pm
[Link] |
pinot noir
it looked evil and brooding in the dark green bottle and begged to be taken home. $8.47 and twenty minutes later it sits uncorked in the candle light. black pine, an awesome name. with it opened up and swirled once or twice, i poured it into my highball glass, a substitute for the stemmed monstrosity pretentious pseudosommelier's love. too my dismay, this acrid tannic monstrosity of fermentation is regal shade of purple.
|
|
02:07 am
[Link] |
so blow me
i watched
them fold
the small paper sheet
and sprinkle down
their crushed green flakes
and roll it
into a tight twisted tube
before the wind snatched the prize
and scattered its contents
like a pauper's ashes
their pleading eyes meet mine.
and i have
nothing
the poetry reading was awesome. i don't know what was better, dropping the f-bomb in public or the applause. oh well.
|
|
11:14 pm
[Link] |
fuck you anubis!
he asked me how long i'd been working there. how long it was before i got a raise. i told him i hadn't received one. the job wasn't about the money. it is about preserving a little chunk of my personal history. every weekend, when i wipe down the tables, mop the floor and put the chairs up, i feel like some shrine keeper, the last sage of some ancient piece of lore. yeah that or i just want to be reminded of how much i suck every time i punch in and out. today was going to be the last of so many things. the last time i'd accept the lie that i am okay with being her friend. the last time i'd regret not taking risks. today passed with only a handful of numbers and smeared ink to show for it. tomorrow night. i miss how her nails tore neat curved strips from my skin. i wish i was the captain of a mighty pirate vessel. i'd be the scourge of the imperial fleet, flaunting my freedom and harassing spanish merchants. oh how great it would be to stand the helm of a sinking ship. no surrender, just the briny deep. also, rum. double also, wenches. i carry around some weird shit in my pockets. oh well. broken glass. there are a bunch of empty bottles in my room. gina said drinking until i puked didn't count as a hobby, i think she was just jealous that i was so much better at it than her. sometimes, i call her old cellphone number just to hear her voicemail recording. every time, before the third and final ring, i hope she'll answer
even though she never does.
|
|
12:27 am
[Link] |
i have a nosebleed! fuck yeah!
"guilty, not guilty, or guilty with an explanation?"
"guilty with an explanation."
"what is your explanation?"
"your honor, the shielding of warpcore of the vehicle in front of me created a micro singularity which captured my element in its vortext, causing me to accelerate before the singularity was neutralized by positron bombardment."
i got a haircut and shaved today. tomorrow i'll get some pants that aren't camouflage and some shirts that aren't black. maybe i should shave my goatee too. the parallel universe me. i'm pretty sure parallel universe me is pretty cool. i'll trade my heinlein for something that doesn't involve interstellar travel. i'll put my music collection on the back burner for a while too. don't call me alex. i'll be phillip moreno until sunday. oh well.
|
|
01:08 am
[Link] | shit. in the span of six hours, everything turned around. all i have to do is not fuck up. not fuck up. i have a test on saturday morning wtf? perhaps, i need a name change. xavier freeman, jorge gallaway, jacques moran. yeah jacques moran. is it possible to get a job as an anti-hero?
|
|