You sit there all inked up, listening to Hatebreed or some other kick ass band. You have all these amazingly insightful thoughts that you yearn to share with the world. No one understands you because you're that deep. You walk with purpose in your hard-toe boots. The scowl you carry is part of your persona, it tells the world that, "Yeah, that guy's a hard-ass." You read your Bukowski and thrash about to Killswitch Engage. You write in open form because you think that it is still an unaccepted form of writing, and you're just that cool. Your work shirts don't have patches on them because you haven't found any cool enough to represent who you are, yet.
And when your three year old son wants to watch SpongeBob Squarepants you are more than happy to oblige him because you love it too, one of your favorite songs is Ocean Man by Ween, and while everyone else is watching TV in the living room, you're at your computer at www.nick.com streaming Catscratch through TurboNick.
1.31.2006
The Full Custom Gospel Ramblings
Welcome friends.
Are you lost in the wilderness of blogtopia? Have you been wandering without direction for most of your natural life? Well look not further. I present to you... in its chopped, slammed and super-charged simplicity, a choice. A choice to gather yourselves up and walk towards the light. Yes brethren these are dark times in which we live, and as you come closer towards the warm comforting glow of your monitor, or plasma screen, or LCD panel, you will walk with me out of the darkness and up to the styrofoam alter with a flip-top lid.
Reach inside, pull out a cold one and sit a spell here with me on the lawn-chair of salvation.
We must prepare, for we know not when he will return.
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