Archive for July, 2006

• 07.21.06 Return of the Drunken Master. . . . a tale of continuing woe and bliss posted in Blog, The Writtings of a Drunk Boy

  Beyond the Slugs of gin and swigs of tonic the drunken master returns to celebrate a small victory after a long affair with failure. New locations, new beginnings, new friends from far off lands, new visitors and new enlightened moments with siblings all contribute to my elevated mood. If time is relative and Einstein was partially correct i could make quite a convincing argument for the existence of wormholes. Since my two friends junko and yellow left after one brilliant and emotionally shining week with my sister which enjoyed a prelude by a healthy|~ Unhealthy 96 hour day of fun in enschede. It was these events around me that while i pined to relate understood my recent experiences from a new perspective. | unfortunately at this point i am realizing that i am neither drunk enough or the incessant flash photography must be to blame for my incoherent sentences| My happiness with K was a point of strength throughout feb-= april. . when the pendulum swung and i went through a traditional h”heartbreak ” simultaneously acting as a catalyst for introspective period of dynamic change and flux. My friends were there, my 1st chosen family member mr.sophisto and my beloved bisick_l really without question showed me what support is. sometimes it was silence and other times hours of discussion over conversations that would only last a few minutes. many thanks and affections. *drunks don’t make sense and can’t proofread their own work * * snake fist style is better than eagle’s claw

• 07.05.06 wtf!_? DonkeyKong and bottle caps posted in Blog, The Writtings of a Drunk Boy

  this is a post out of frustration a post that i will probably delete and the only person that will read it is smallcaps and even he wont read it soon cause nobody has internet. My sister has been here for 3 days, italy crushed germany and i was eating excellent no cow cheese and drinking quite good wine (a nice pinot noir then a woderful syrah). I realized today that i have been in a position for quite sometime that i am no longer worthy of eye contact i am kept out, i wish i was invisible and i know that i my actions and participation that excist as memories over the last 6 months would be better erased. i want to type more, but i think that drinking is better.. . . but here comes the anger,
  Fuck donkeykong fuck bottle caps, fuck you, fuck you, you’re ok, fuck you i’m out of here.
  p’s