tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30234592011-04-21T15:27:53.108-04:00Lost and (con)FoundRandom thoughts/writings/info on myself and my observations. In other words, an exercise in egocentricity.Brandonnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1151044581256475742006-06-23T02:02:00.000-04:002006-06-23T02:36:43.536-04:00You know, I surpise myself with my writing. It sounds pretentious, but every now and then I look back and go "Oh! Hey, that wasn't too bad."I should write more. For now, I'm going to post a couple things (old) and then new.--I awoke in bed to moonlight, and I saw your profile illuminated. I reached out to touch your skin, but felt only sheets damp with sweat.--So, tomorrow I will do something Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1150813922644457242006-06-20T10:29:00.000-04:002006-06-20T10:32:02.656-04:00Dusting this off for a small bit of pacing.Things happen. And now I'm in the spot you were in 3 years ago.And everything is clear in how it works and how it can feel innocent and needed at the time.Retroactively apologizing for you, maybe not.Maybe this is how things are.Maybe I need to make personal life less concrete, and embrace things and maybe stop trying to make everyone else happy and Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1102416418511372862004-12-07T05:45:00.000-05:002004-12-07T05:46:58.513-05:00one two three four five six seven one two three four five six seven listening to rachel's' (how do I make something possessive that already IS possessive? damn you pretentious indie rockers!) "a french galleasse." It's in 7/4. or alternating measures of 3/4 and 4/4. mmmmm. up late late late late. but I napped earlier today 7-9pm so that isn't that unexpecvted one would suppse. but I did get Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1100504125938664672004-11-15T02:33:00.000-05:002004-11-15T02:35:25.936-05:00one two three four on two three four on two, thee four on to, thee four on to, the flour on to, the floor o no the floor o no he floor o no he flow no he flew o he flew away Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1098257908885011952004-10-20T03:30:00.000-04:002004-10-20T03:38:28.886-04:00dustTwo years, two years and there are ghosts everywhere. In honor of the occassion I'm listening to South. You know which album. I'm sitting in the same black chair. But this is a new desk, new computer, new room you have never seen and probably never will see. You seem to have made it clear you never want to initiate contact with me. Whether or not you think it's for the best...I don't know your Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1079775980566777862004-03-20T04:46:00.000-05:002004-03-20T04:50:03.106-05:00it's not like anyone checks this thing anymore. even I forget its existence. my life is nothing but work school and blood and nightmares at this point. like you fucking care.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1075433287238081052004-01-29T22:28:00.000-05:002004-01-29T22:30:42.793-05:00the passion?Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1074589384408407042004-01-20T04:03:00.000-05:002004-01-20T04:05:02.326-05:00Driving driving today. Slipslide cd into changer; wilco being there disc 1. I wasn't paying attention and blinked and mind flew back to asphalt with a lake, black trucks taking up two parking spaces and sunny days. 5:30 p.m., traffic was nice and spanish class got out early. Here I am shuffling through cds and pages of sci-fi, waiting for a small black car with overdressed girl behind the wheel. Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1073028999827114922004-01-02T02:36:00.000-05:002004-01-02T02:38:13.483-05:00filedrawer: I awoke in bed to moonlight, and I saw your profile illuminated. I reached out to touch your skin, but felt only sheets damp with sweat.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1072011216942153382003-12-21T07:53:00.000-05:002003-12-21T07:54:54.890-05:00I miss you. It's cold outside, and I have a cup of coffee and Beck's Sea Change trying to keep me warm.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1071905081351169862003-12-20T02:24:00.000-05:002003-12-20T02:25:58.153-05:00Heading back home for a little over a week. This will be the longest I've been home for over a year. Deb things and family and sheets that must be kept clean. I'm not looking forward to this.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1071312812244424672003-12-13T05:53:00.000-05:002003-12-13T05:54:55.546-05:00Oh the sleep schedule is so fucked. Sleep is elusive. know the trees because the dirt is temporaryBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1068788512726632382003-11-14T00:41:00.000-05:002003-11-14T00:42:20.733-05:00Not dead, just not posting in here. much of it's been shifted to my LJ for now. Why? because I feel like it.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1068077872543939082003-11-05T19:17:00.000-05:002003-11-05T19:18:10.186-05:00when i'm happy is when i miss you most.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1067828493880861372003-11-02T21:54:00.000-05:002003-11-02T22:01:47.950-05:00I kick the empty can and it rattles down the vacant hall. dusty footprints grace these walls, and the ceiling droops low with brown water stains.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1067607887009952822003-10-31T08:43:00.000-05:002003-10-31T08:44:57.140-05:00I seen a girl with a guy her hair like yours from what I remember. He took her hand and smiled her name her face like yours she smiled the same from what I remember. Been so long since last December.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1067584927473574312003-10-31T02:22:00.000-05:002003-10-31T02:22:17.560-05:00go to bedBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1067370473390526662003-10-28T14:47:00.000-05:002003-10-28T14:47:59.873-05:00They've hung them high in Edinburgh toon An likewise a their kin An the wind blaws cauld on a their banes An tae hell they a hae gaenBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1067153990568721932003-10-26T02:38:00.000-05:002003-10-26T02:39:53.843-05:00bad dreams and snapping awake every 20 minutes for the past two hours out of bed to force and ARGH this is my shout into the night. trying to clear everything from me and make way for sleep. Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1067062903661495912003-10-25T02:20:00.000-04:002003-10-25T02:21:45.826-04:00tired and what can I say? day was beautiful and I felt you lingering on my lips. I know it is no longer my place to say this, but all day today I wanted to kiss you.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066889760156098912003-10-23T02:11:00.000-04:002003-10-23T02:16:00.110-04:00quelling urge to post nothing but song lyrics in italics. what am I, 15? Italics to Italy. Friend Rebecca, who graduated with master's from UCF last semester, is putzing around Europe for the next few months. Said I should come visit her. I laughed, until I remembered I have a fair amount of travel money left. I may flee the country for a week or so in mid-December. Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066775313007334892003-10-21T18:24:00.000-04:002003-10-21T18:28:32.886-04:00The Terri Schiavo case wears me out. Her parents say she can be rehabilited and can communicate. Her husband says she can't, and said to him a long time ago she never wanted to be dependent upon life support mechanisms. Gov. Bush is now intervening in the removal of the feeding tube. The only things I want to say are these: To Gov. Bush: Fuck off. You have no bearing in this case. You have Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066741906197863322003-10-21T09:10:00.000-04:002003-10-21T09:12:41.173-04:00I'm listening to Death Cab for Cutie, wearing a beret, writing a story about an intramural baseball team at my college and planning a column on robots and cowboys. could I be any fucking cooler?Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066703216421667902003-10-20T22:26:00.000-04:002003-10-20T22:26:56.280-04:00the l train is a swell train and i don't want to hear you indies complain.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066683337381073322003-10-20T16:55:00.000-04:002003-10-20T16:55:36.800-04:00http://cj4jesus.blogspot.com/ I can't tell if this is real or not...Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066683206458392172003-10-20T16:52:00.000-04:002003-10-20T16:54:03.833-04:00response to graph paper note soon...probably later tomorrow. classclassclasswritewritewrite. the Future takes up a lot of my future.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066682895573576102003-10-20T16:47:00.000-04:002003-10-20T16:48:15.086-04:00I am now wearing my fish belt once more. Thank you.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066633039247682952003-10-20T02:56:00.000-04:002003-10-20T02:57:19.456-04:00different year, different south cdBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066612716644158722003-10-19T21:18:00.000-04:002003-10-19T21:18:36.686-04:00By the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light, I may have gone too far, I may have gone too much too long. I'm a dull and witless boy. In the after bars, think I was sullied by a dream: in the killing jar, you and me at war at arms all falling in embrace. Tell me why you lied and what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny. A tawny gypsy girl, sleeping blanketed by stars beneath the Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066586254433600662003-10-19T13:55:00.000-04:002003-10-19T13:57:34.573-04:00Make a circle in the sand Make a halo with your hands I'll make a place for you to land The bus is running, it’s time to leave This summer’s gone and so are we So come on baby, Let’s go shut it down in New Orleans Come on, baby! Let's go shut it down in New Orleans Oh yeah, come on baby, come on baby Let's go shut it down in New Orleans... Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066320375004158392003-10-16T12:06:00.000-04:002003-10-16T12:06:15.260-04:00tap tap tap drum drum drum fingers pacing out rhythm, heel of bouncing leg playing a different song.. head full and stomach empty and here in class 5 minutes before it begins. hollow, hollow, everything's made of metal pipes. voice echoes through my bones and spiders makes their homes within me. much different from the 10 fingered creature that walked across my flesh and closed my eyes with a Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066278641245164592003-10-16T00:29:00.000-04:002003-10-16T00:30:41.003-04:00inspired by story told to me about a small child who spoke four languages. was walking in UCF library and there is a big "V" with a sign next to it. Please write a language you can communicate in on a sticker and put in on the V. I first walked past it, stopped and backtracked. Thinking of the small child, I scrawled music on a yellow sticker with black marker and affixed it to the board.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066220340680616802003-10-15T08:14:00.000-04:002003-10-15T16:45:43.680-04:00last night was not.good. and I'm not whole here right now. fractured and in pieces - worst night in months. sleep descended upon me and I recoiled and curled around myself. lights-on-quick, before shadows buried me. Lights blazed, proving I was alone, and was better off thinking I wasn't. - it's been a long day. and I'm not looking forward to tonight.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066199823627907792003-10-15T02:36:00.000-04:002003-10-15T02:37:03.300-04:00heh.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066193100978832642003-10-15T00:44:00.000-04:002003-10-15T00:45:00.510-04:00it was inevitable, she said, folding her black skirt into halves .Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066155823823510822003-10-14T14:23:00.000-04:002003-10-14T14:23:43.730-04:00Today Shaver had a tie with 3.5" floppies on it. How OLD is that tie?Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066116364136407752003-10-14T03:25:00.000-04:002003-10-14T03:26:03.973-04:00D'oh! 926 words and I've stalled. Just 80 to go! if I could only get the right transition...Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066092085650681222003-10-13T20:40:00.000-04:002003-10-13T20:41:25.270-04:00cinnamon brooms permeate the air at publix, and winter of last year floods my mindBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066055786067857332003-10-13T10:36:00.000-04:002003-10-13T10:36:25.906-04:00Hi there, Central Florida Future staff!Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066050981697934112003-10-13T09:16:00.000-04:002003-10-13T09:16:47.513-04:00The articles I wanted to view on orlandosentinel.com were locked unless you are registered. I wanted a Cherry Coke out of the vending machine here on campus. The Cherry Coke button yielded a normal Coke. And it's warm. It's going to be one of those days.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1066020572944592822003-10-13T00:49:00.000-04:002003-10-13T00:49:32.386-04:00back from the walkmen concert...good show. Got there at 8, doors were open. Ticket said doors at 8, so I wandered in. It was me and the bands and the employees. I figured I wasn't supposed to be there, and the doors were open for other reasons, but what else did I have to do? So I sat down at the bar and watched soundchecks. Shortly thereafter I noticed the doors had been closed. About 10 Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065994325192879982003-10-12T17:24:00.001-04:002003-10-12T17:32:04.926-04:00The leaves are falling back east up north and I am here. Feeling stuck and empty. Work to do busy work and none of it of any consequence and I smile and laugh and burn oil and desecrate trees to write Features - a lifestyles writer with no life or style. Tired, worn out, frustrated, unfulfilled. and why did it take me days to understand don't change your plans when it was played in a room with Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065993877253935552003-10-12T17:24:00.000-04:002003-10-12T17:24:37.090-04:00The leaves are falling back east up north.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065993426805135862003-10-12T17:15:00.000-04:002003-10-12T17:17:06.750-04:00all apologies even though no fault lines run through me. tense and stressed and unsure and unknowing. blind / deaf / mute very.small.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065937031333714422003-10-12T01:33:00.000-04:002003-10-12T01:37:10.990-04:00Drunken disheveled people everywhere. The sober one here, the medication worn off hours ago. Oh the drama. Person one was hanging on for far too long (self delusion I'm-only-doing-this-because-I'm-a-good-friend) left abruptly, offsetting his mood. He's slumped in orange chair bemoaning and blaming himself. Been there, done that. Didn't get the t-shirt - they were sold out. Another roommate found Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065810896429849862003-10-10T14:34:00.000-04:002003-10-10T14:34:56.066-04:00In an empty classroom in the communications building, talking myself out of buying the new Damien Rice cd. Nothing planned for the rest of the day except to interview Mike Riegel for my profile feature story. That's due Monday. I have a business story due Tuesday I need to work on...I think I'll write about the Central Florida Future. Tomorrow is the underwear party...should be interesting if Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065731158933745262003-10-09T16:24:00.000-04:002003-10-09T16:25:58.750-04:00In other (more positive) news, I earned one of only two A's on the first editing I test.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065722618856823752003-10-09T14:03:00.000-04:002003-10-09T14:04:34.450-04:00Well, Erin cancelled for the Walkmen show. She forgot about it and made other arrangements. Now I have no one to go with. That's ok. I'm forgettable anyway.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065701485109542842003-10-09T08:10:00.000-04:002003-10-09T08:11:25.120-04:00ew ew ew. dreams had been kind but no more. up and must write. urk.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065650734963361182003-10-08T18:00:00.000-04:002003-10-08T18:05:35.043-04:00outside it there is a cool breeze. no clouds. afternoon sun. this is when Florida is at its best, spit-shined shoes and tucked in shirts.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065647120962500442003-10-08T17:04:00.000-04:002003-10-08T17:05:21.043-04:00You belong among the wildflowers You belong on a boat out at sea Sail away, kill off the hours You belong somewhere you feel free Run away, find you a lover, Go away somewhere all bright and new I have seen no other Who compares with you You belong among the wildflowers You belong on a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free Run away, go find Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065613694449087522003-10-08T07:47:00.000-04:002003-10-08T07:48:13.920-04:00Ugh. Too early to be up...but I have to find a crime story. Not. Pleased.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065590727153049752003-10-08T01:14:00.000-04:002003-10-08T01:25:27.080-04:00risked $10, lost $4. Worth it for the company and entertainment. It's not cold in here but it is and I predict a 15 degree drop once I get under covers and night wraps itself around me. tiring day. waking up tomorrow, going to have to find a crime stroy to report on. the neverending joy that is advanced news reporting......Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065569788307322382003-10-07T19:32:00.000-04:002003-10-07T19:36:28.120-04:00strobe lights and blown speakers fireworks and hurricanes I am here, and this is happening. Oh well. Going to harass editor/friend Mike at his weekly poker game in Deltona. This week it's Texas Hold-'em. $20 to play. I'll watch for a bit, then see how much money I can lose. I have internet back, after yet ANOTHER format of the hard drive. Argh. ::rubs eyes:: This is giving me a headache.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065544677845523592003-10-07T12:37:00.000-04:002003-10-07T12:37:57.653-04:00quickupdate: In advanced news reporting. oh so bored. losing interest in interest rate discussion. Got all work done this morning. Quickly, an hour and a half back in bed by 7am. Might get a new computer. Got a B on my horrible, horrible PR story. Makes me happy. Going to play poker tonight in Deltona God, is Shaver STILL talking about budgets? He is. And this is from the Orlando Sentinel Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065498993094651982003-10-06T23:56:00.000-04:002003-10-06T23:56:32.466-04:00the stale taste of recycled air back in o-town, or somesuch nonsense. on computer at library since one at home hates me vehemently. I want to go Home.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1065102438642430572003-10-02T09:47:00.000-04:002003-10-02T09:51:34.213-04:00Done with PR story done with beat report. Time to study for test at 2. Go home, write column and reviews. Curse internet. Not even dialup works at home. Format once more? Perhaps. If it continues to misbehave, I now (possibly) have $625 for computer that won't eat my essays or prevent my research. Will have to hand-deliver stories tomorrow morning before flight. Hungry. Keyboard in this lab Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064961947777942962003-09-30T18:45:00.000-04:002003-09-30T18:45:47.323-04:00Today I saw a withered woman pedaling her bike. Pale legs laced with lines of age. Blue roadmaps of streets she had been on. In the breeze, her upper arms flapped, pointing away from her destination. Crossing an intersection, a car neared and she hunkered down and spun metal. Dimpled flesh smoothed and white hair became gold in the sun, and for a flash fifty years were thrown over her shoulderBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064949682309647122003-09-30T15:21:00.000-04:002003-09-30T15:21:22.246-04:001,009 words! -9 to go. I am emailing the story, and then I will be done rocking for the next 24 hours or so. That is all.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064948642185864402003-09-30T15:04:00.000-04:002003-09-30T15:04:02.306-04:00897 words! 103 to go. I went to class, ate lunch, and am now back to rocking.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064933173089074182003-09-30T10:46:00.000-04:002003-09-30T10:46:12.796-04:00ew. nose suddenly stuffed up. ok. going to get ready for noon class. will finish this story once I get back. yay!Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064932756453247412003-09-30T10:39:00.000-04:002003-09-30T10:39:16.240-04:00677 words! 333 to go! Back to rockin' am I!Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064932177943786542003-09-30T10:29:00.000-04:002003-09-30T10:29:37.823-04:00Ew. nothing I love more than randomly throwing up. though I've felt woozy and lightheaded intermittently for the past couple hours (note for you, r- I did eat this morning shortly after I woke up. toast and peanut butter). hope I'm not getting sick. (554)Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064931397476254592003-09-30T10:16:00.000-04:002003-09-30T10:16:37.490-04:00511 words! 489 to go. I rock less than I did at 8:43. Damnable roommates and their distracting nature!Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064925785755200712003-09-30T08:43:00.000-04:002003-09-30T08:43:05.500-04:00416 words! 584 to go. I rock. Even more than I did at 7:21 a.m.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064920876059136262003-09-30T07:21:00.000-04:002003-09-30T07:21:16.016-04:00114 words! 886 to go. I rock.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064919326708610462003-09-30T06:55:00.000-04:002003-09-30T06:55:26.956-04:00papers for research litter my bed. I'm here with a blank word document, trying to procure words from that inner pool of bullshit I use as supply for things like this feature. they're not coming. they'd better. bed is screaming in my ear and I know better than to head in that direction. 500 words, I tell myself. 500 words and I can crawl back into bed for a bit. I'll have earned it. We'll see Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064846481797601152003-09-29T10:41:00.000-04:002003-09-29T10:59:06.506-04:00Overcast overcast over cast. Overshadowed. Fall is starting to show in Florida, and as temperatures drop I will sleep at night with my window open. Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064809468666131952003-09-29T00:24:00.000-04:002003-09-29T00:24:28.566-04:00long-distancepeace of mind and breathable air at the low price of ten cents a minute. thank youBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064789008521128892003-09-28T18:43:00.000-04:002003-09-28T18:44:56.046-04:00bitch bitch bitch Ugh. Hit in head with hammer. Congestion both in my head and on my floor; looking behind me makes me claustrophobic. Up from nap not happily so. Apartment still empty, gaping void of cardboard cutouts and nautical merchandise. It works, though. Adrift am I and if I were to grab the oar and wheel off the wall would it help? Doubtful. Much to do much to write and I don't want toBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064629741837368932003-09-26T22:29:00.000-04:002003-09-26T22:29:01.760-04:00I thank the Lord for the people I have found.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064618035932181242003-09-26T19:13:00.000-04:002003-09-26T19:13:55.923-04:00Wow...the Decemberists are playing with The Walkmen October 27th in philly. Damn.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064607840939874202003-09-26T16:24:00.000-04:002003-09-26T16:24:00.850-04:00You know, timing is everything in life and poetry and why did we break up now, after Miss America moved out of my apartment complex?Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064604911884321702003-09-26T15:35:00.000-04:002003-09-26T15:35:34.683-04:00Wow. I have a CD of gothic lounge music. Yes, you read that right. Gothic. Lounge. Music. You can't beat the Ghoul from Ipanema. You really can't. Gothic lounge music... Thank you, Necro Tonz!Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064601292736686092003-09-26T14:34:00.000-04:002003-09-26T14:34:52.530-04:00Don't you just hate it when you get into a fight with teenagers and your grenade gets enormous? -RSG In other news, home from class. Sources = worthless, so no Vickers profile despite good interview. Still going to do internet dating joke column, I think. and as for cell phone story? Fuck. Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064574669145837282003-09-26T07:11:00.000-04:002003-09-26T07:11:09.206-04:00feed me something we'll go back to the start take pride of place understand our reasons a photograph taken at the time when confidence won't up and leave so loosen your hold though you might be frightened release or be caught if this be the right thing unable by thought to look what the tide brings in South - Loosen Your Hold Note: the author of this weblog is not himself, and won'tBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064565027375353172003-09-26T04:30:00.000-04:002003-09-26T04:30:27.156-04:00up and typing into here. what now? where to from here? visit looms and I still don't know if it's a good idea. but god I want to. then again it's not about what I want because if everything was what I want this post would never be here. I don't know what I'm doing. up from dreams, up in soaked bed, wrapped around a damp pillow that's no(t/w) mine? What to do with pillow? books? toothbrush? I Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064550375389961312003-09-26T00:26:00.000-04:002003-09-26T00:28:24.263-04:00dance dance dance. dance to clear your pores. dance to dry your tears. dance to shake the earth. they shake the mountains when they danceBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064328435324300542003-09-23T10:47:00.000-04:002003-09-23T10:47:15.030-04:00Do you realize you have the most beautiful face? Do you realize we're floating in space? Do you realize that happiness makes you cry? Do you realize that everyone you know someday will die? And instead of saying all of your goodbyesm Let them know you realize That life goes fast. It's hard to make the good things last. You realize the sun doesn't go down, It's just an illusion caused By the worldBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064210862595756502003-09-22T02:07:00.000-04:002003-09-22T02:07:42.653-04:00oh so tired and in one of those moods where you don't want to hear the music but feel it. grind up cds and run them through an IV into my chest.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064204842083373702003-09-22T00:27:00.000-04:002003-09-22T00:27:21.856-04:00Hee! I like copy editing this story. It's like hunting for flaws. I take this as a very good sign.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1064091885986143472003-09-20T17:04:00.000-04:002003-09-20T17:04:46.076-04:00I should lay around and curse the day That I fell upon your sword. 'Cause I'm a poor boy And your smile is a drug That I can't afford, Any more. You're a tongue-tied talker with sleepy eyes That always gets the last word. You're not broken. You're just tired and it shows. When you're done acting tough You only take two and a quarter to get fucked up. And when you say you're in love You just Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063900574330296322003-09-18T11:56:00.000-04:002003-09-18T11:56:13.726-04:00Ahem. There was much debate about whether or not putting flags in all of UCF's classrooms would hinder freedom of speech. Well, in an interesting decision, President Hitt answered that debate. Evidently, any student or faculty member caught removing one of the American flags newly installed in the campus classrooms, even temporarily, will be guilty of vandalism. He doesn't know what the Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063843010238650762003-09-17T19:56:00.000-04:002003-09-17T19:56:49.660-04:00I broke something. Swift metal cleaved into falling cd, shattering it and throwing up an unexpected cloudburst of glittering foil that drifted to the floor, as sharp plastic shards ran the length of the room.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063840217872737622003-09-17T19:10:00.000-04:002003-09-17T19:10:17.913-04:00ARGH ARGH ARGH STUCK GOD DAMN IT (note proper AP style of "damn it") This article is driving me nuts. Infuriating me. And I can't figure out what to do with it. And I want to scream. And I can't write. And I'm annoyed. And I want to break something. Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063757286410510312003-09-16T20:08:00.000-04:002003-09-16T20:08:06.733-04:00Today for fun I bought Stone Temple Pilot's Core for fifty cents to give to you. But inside the tape case was Purple. I hope you will still love me.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063683565766669362003-09-15T23:39:00.000-04:002003-09-15T23:47:20.850-04:00so, I have a new drawing tablet. a 4x5 Wacom Graphire3 It's fun! observe! I'm trying to wake up i am silly and ripping off exploding dog and it's ok.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063603313284607092003-09-15T01:21:00.000-04:002003-09-15T01:23:31.883-04:00it is quiet hereBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063592970093583292003-09-14T22:29:00.000-04:002003-09-14T22:29:30.080-04:00Refers to the hunters' pleasure, their season in fresh air wearing red caps and warm clothes. The sport takes skill and the animals that grace it die a useful death. Along sight lines the hunters aim clean shots at pheasant, quail, geese. At home the birds are plucked and singed, roasted with juniper, served with something sour, something sweet: cranberries or apricots, perhaps, for Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063260583460606312003-09-11T02:09:00.000-04:002003-09-11T02:09:43.483-04:00tomorrow (later today) going to nuke hard drive and re-install everything. wish me luck.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063191960966988662003-09-10T07:06:00.000-04:002003-09-10T07:06:00.970-04:00Saving this: September 6th. could the opening song have been better? no. give my a blue rain give me a black sky give me your green eyes give me your white skin. softly singing along in ear for holiday in spain, final song on final show. dog on stage for hangin' around? money well spent.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1063112166674227042003-09-09T08:56:00.000-04:002003-09-09T08:56:06.663-04:00out out damn spot (that's only two) out! safe&change innings. purge? (y or n) = y (x,y) grid your teeth and qua(si/d) rant. bhh:/reset.exeBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1062679287220781172003-09-04T08:41:00.000-04:002003-09-04T08:41:27.083-04:00Annoyance. I want to know what record stores have had to close. And if, around the same time, a Best Buy or such opened around them. Shoddy. Journalism.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1062658298587914652003-09-04T02:51:00.000-04:002003-09-04T02:51:38.416-04:00have to read sentinel feature on alzheimers and of course its a feature and of course its very sentimental and i really don't know if i can read it. i miss you, grandy. i'm sorry i don't visit. but who would it help?Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1062650439891345242003-09-04T00:40:00.000-04:002003-09-04T00:45:53.413-04:00[SA-Thrillias] Watching porn is... different on 1600x1200. [SA-NiteFox] You'll go blind. Really. With all the squinting. - [Mantis] Sorry guys, I've got to go and spend some time with the gf [Mantis] brb - [Zang] How old is Sky? [Cyril] 25 i think [Cyril] he just gained a level [Cyril] er year - [fo0bar] it's 5PM and I haven't put pants on yet. I consider this a good day - [Tetsuro] Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1062642003100583532003-09-03T22:20:00.000-04:002003-09-03T22:20:03.080-04:00phone mocks meBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1062479056603708912003-09-02T01:04:00.000-04:002003-09-02T01:04:16.586-04:00Mao Tse Tung is like a sponge - all ghastly and pear-shaped. - RSGBrandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1062462763459354312003-09-01T20:32:00.000-04:002003-09-01T20:32:43.376-04:00I don't know what to say about this... ::shiver::Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-1062447611346738452003-09-01T16:20:00.000-04:002003-09-01T16:20:11.333-04:00The human body never ceases to amaze me.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3023459.post-106244735169809942003-09-01T16:15:00.000-04:002003-09-01T16:15:51.700-04:00I don't know where to begin on what's wrong with this.Brandonnoreply@blogger.com0