The Fargo Files

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 22:08:27 GMT

this afternoon was a one of those times
where you realize how wonderful life can be
thrashin' with the bros is the way it should be

my love is like chewing gum

Caves

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 15:01:04 GMT

today's one of those days where you realize
just how miserable life can be, that on my
one day off, my one chance to really sleep in
i'm awoken for not one, not two, but three reasons
culminating in the retrieval of pool cushions from
the pouring rain on top of other reasons to feel like
shit but im going to watch the world cup at rickys so
things are already on the way up

The streetlights off
Yeh the streetlights off
But I'm riding my bike
And I'm all right
Yeh I'm all right

Sun, 11 Dec 2005 19:09:16 GMT

Akron Family.

The Idiot Strikes Again

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 03:32:50 GMT

ps i hate my roomate

quotes from a loud conversation he had with his girlfriend:

"I'm going to be making nine figures by the end of senior year"

"im gunna have really smart kids"

"im not having sex with you until you....you...take up smoking...hah"

"you need my sperm, i wouldnt piss it off"

"we're (him and the fat kid (kevin)) going to be doing laps around washington square park in our ferraris"

"i don't know if i'll be famous...we'll i'm already sorta famous, i mean people know me, i'm kinda a big deal but...i mean i don't know if ill be like really famous"

"i'm not into the whole goth thing...but don't tell her i said that"

"i love you for your mind and everything below your mind...you can't see my shifty eyes right now but they're shifty"

"bye hunny mawh!"

immediately after hanging up

"FORTY THREE FUCKING MINUTES!"

This is My Life

Mon, 21 Nov 2005 02:35:50 GMT

I want to be the very best
Like no one ever was
To catch them is my real test
To train them is my cause (oooh)
I will travel across the land
Searchin' far and wide
Each Pokmon to understand
The power that's inside! (Power inside!)

Pokemon!
It's you and me.
I know it's my destiny!
Pokemon!
Ooh you're my best friend
In a world we must defend!
Pokemon!
A heart so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Pokemon!
(Gotta catch 'em) Gotta catch 'em Gotta catch 'em all!

Every challenge along the way
With courage I will face
I will battle everyday
To claim my rightful place!
Come with me, the time is right!
There's no better team
Arm and arm, we'll win the fight!
It's always been a dream!

Pokemon!
It's you and me.
I know it's my destiny!
Pokemon!
Ooh you're my best friend
In a world we must defend!
Pokemon!
A heart so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Pokemon!
(Gotta catch 'em) Gotta catch 'em (Pokmon!)

Pokemon!
It's you and me.
I know it's my destiny!
Pokemon!
Ooh you're my best friend
In a world we must defend!
Pokemon!
A heart so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Pokemon!
(I'll catch you!)
(Gotta catch 'em Gotta catch 'em Gotta catch 'em all!
Pokemon!

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 05:56:41 GMT

i never update this

Tue, 14 Jun 2005 04:16:10 GMT

You're my family tree,
Take care of me.
Bop bop

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 03:46:39 GMT

Vanilla.

Eight Note

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 01:15:54 GMT

Music Notes Will Put Smiles On Our Faces
We'll Visit All Those Long Lost Places
And No One Will Be Trading Spaces.

Tue, 05 Apr 2005 01:34:26 GMT

SUCK
THE
EDGE

Girl.

Thu, 17 Mar 2005 22:24:20 GMT

I wrote this awhile ago but was compelled to post:

She was the kind of girl, who was always gazing, at the stars, at the sky, at beauty, at life. It was always "not what you look at, but what you see" for her. Great big blue eyes, I got lost in, were her windows to the world, a world that constantly amazed. I didn't have to be the Grand Canyon, it didn’t have to be a roman coliseum, it didn’t have to be the Mona Lisa, it didn't even have to be conventionally appealing, but she saw it, beauty that is. Beauty was her drug, her kick and I understood her and she understood me with just a gaze. Always gazing, more than seeing, but the greatest beauty was behind those blue eyes. She looked beautiful that night, like she always did to me, but it wasn't time yet. I should have known, I should have known...

Clem Conover

Thu, 17 Mar 2005 02:47:44 GMT

I construed as I viewed
Lines of cars pressed against molten tar stretching as far as this continental sand bar.
We traveled as our hopes unraveled, not to belong but rather long for solitude from the
Magnitude of dire attitudes from those who elude to events so needlessly rude. Such
Prior engagements led to mental rearrangements as to avoid unnecessary detriments to
Our enjoyment of all that seemed permanent. But gilded men can patch holes in the
Growing Death tolls of not just those who dig with the dirty moles or embrace mangled
Trolls, but also those with lofty goals within their lovely souls. Yet with a yell all can go
To hell and assuredly dispel not only those who had physically died but ones who tired to
Hide the beauty, which lay inside burdened underneath lies, chides and false guides.
Travel forth to leave behind and dually morph items that remind into those that are kind.
I accelerated so swiftly.

I drive to feel alive
As I’m seeing all that is being. Children fleeing, dogs peeing and miscreants keying
All set to a landscape one would hardly forget and probably regret not having met
On a day where there was nothing to say. Illuminated skies were quite fine, hot sand was
Touch as an angel’s hand, fiery shorelines as far as the eye, and even spotted glowing
Kites at great heights yet all was vaguely blocked by that who was docked at my side
In this long car ride. This companion, with whom I could jump any canyon, had a
Gorgeous name that was far from plain, Guinivere. With her I had nothing to fear for
Anything that would appear, no matter how queer, we would reappear despite the tears.
Everything built to last can run away faster than fast strapped to a departing mast for
Sunday Mass, scribbled on a boy’s cast running in gym class. Fleeting things repeating
I confused myself wonderfully.

I reminisced as I kissed
The light of the sun so bright, reminded me of nights without the lights under the covers
With the beauty of lovers, bodies interwoven, lips sown in. Awkward positions created
Euphoric conditions of the heart, nothing that could be mustered with any of our
Interchangeable parts. Seemingly blind, each of us could easily find place to be kind
Much like the pleasurable peeling of an orange rind. The luminescent glow from under
The sheets could not be beat by arguments low or engagement dough. A hideous
Vulture arrived and shamelessly stole her causing my culture that once thrived to
Prematurely die no matter how hard I try. Fly that spineless vulture did, and hid
My Guinivere from all but his warped leers. Tears did fall, drunken hands did call,
Mental barriers did fall, my confidence was not so tall and that vulture was having a ball.
I sobbed so weakly.

I focused on the locusts
Dodging my windshield as to avoid lodging quite congealed only to be peeled away
From where they once lay on the mass of glass guiding my eyes to some unknown
Prize that was sure to raise us above the lies. Carrion flies began to subside allowing
The joys of our long ride to resume as we presumed even though regrets did loom.
Things would once again bloom in our little room. I turned as I yearned to find that spot
Removed from all the vacant parking lots, balanced boiling pots, and clumsy creaky cots.
Locate such a place which would placate all desires not just sensate but metaphysical,
Musical and even slightly whimsical. Jagged cliffs overlooked wave crashing like guitar
Riffs, wind blowing illuminated skies in whiffs, and it was all enough to dispel the
Greatest tiffs. Carrion flies and black vultures sifted as are hearts lifted and pain drifted,
I perceived so awestricken.

I assessed as I messed
With the trash scattered along my dash that I almost began to smash had I not caught a
Glimpse of her long eyelash. Once again those distant mountainsides, illuminated skies,
And glowing kites quite bright faded in the shadow of the light which radiated those
Bright eyes which brought great delight even times of utter plight. Quite a sight, colors
Dance to a tune not known by any spoon or loon from here to the moon. I swoon over
Such a palette that paint would only taint and recreate only a faint vestige of a saint. So
Alive I hope to blindly dive into that hive of a mind and remove all the knives of unkind.
Find myself lost without knowing the cost of the prior snowing frost that froze her and a
Wrong one rose her despite having chose her. So much more in those eyes than blue, and
So much more in those skies than dew, but something inside my vessel ceased to wrestle.
I lamented so idiotically.

I balled as I called
A friend to helpfully mend that which could no longer contend and thus send us back
To deal with those ignoble attacks, write retracts of untrue facts and hold hands as we
Race in sacks. One with whom I trust arrived with the slightest bust absolving us of this
Rust, crust and dust that was not a must despite all the fuss. We did not cuss at those who
Fought but rather taught with backward glances, slim advances and the quiet removal of
Barbed lances in hopes of releasing from such awkward trances. Something had surely
Died but this would not deride that which would not hide from chides of morbid minds.
A litany of epiphanies scurried within and without causing buried ideals to sprout,
Acting like river trout hurried towards lofty goals far from the roles of dirty moles or
Hideous trolls. Beauty consumed as I resumed my test, the quest for the best and the rest.
I never felt so fine.

Carrion Flies

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 02:02:44 GMT

I grow sicker as I flicker
Like a candle wearing a broken sandal. The other hanging from the handle of a bike
I use on an infernal hike to escape this eternal dike on towards something I truly like.
My shoes stolen by another’s false ruse, one who would terribly misuse, possibly abuse
And do anything but light the fuse of inspiration. Without the promise of admiration from
An absent nation, a spot on some faulty administration or an end to finite inflation,
I knew this other would be fake.

I waited for what I was fated
To be when the smoke clears along with my copious fears of cynical jeers, absent leers
And painful, painful tears. But now a genuine enemy had been manifested and all that
Had once rested would be tested in defense of even those who jested. I could not be
Bested for if I fail at this point in my tale the whole wide world would wail and all
Great deeds would pale in the hail of this furious catastrophe that took away all of me.
I must succeed so beautifully.

I looked as I booked
For the kites glowing so bright which could empower me to tower above that one who
Wants me to gutlessly cower among all those wilted, tilted flowers. Carrion flies
Populated the once illuminated skies averting my eyes from the ultimate prize and
Drawing me ever closer to that beauty bulldozer. I never rose her from that winter ice
That froze her. Played it smart without my heart so I could effortlessly part but now
I regretted so pathetically.

I cried as I lied
On that broken battlefield. Strategic increases left me in scattered pieces, young enough
To not acquire friendly nieces or even make financial leases. Presented with all that I
Resented caused ideals and appeals to be fermented yet I just lamented past falls and
Refusals to answer calls when I was too tall. Now save the humble wagonist, the proud
Nationalist, the thoughtful humanist, and the defeated nihilist from that great antagonist,
I decided so righteously.

I fended as I mended
The throngs of wrongs committed when I tried to belong and create sellable songs.
Mustered a great cluster of kites quite bright, mountainsides so alive, and illuminated
Skies that fly so high that would be enough to fluster even the greatest bluster. The
Carrion flies fled, the antagonist lost his head, the children would be fed, the roses would
Again be red, the lovers could return to their beds and truth would be in what I said.
I never felt so right.

Glowing Kites

Sun, 06 Mar 2005 06:01:33 GMT

I felt on fire out of that mire
Where all that damage of my own handage had transpired.
The boldness of many visions, the tortures of numerous incisions
And aromas of moldy pigeons ingrained in my stupid brain
Was quite a strain when all seemed vain sitting in that fiery rain,
But the wane of those in terrible pain became my bane.
I knew something must be slain.

I thought as I fought
Elevated foes armed with arrows and bows swooping low.
Stealing energy of mine, weakening the synergy of the line
Within my minds eye, that would eventually cause me to die.
This had become quite a fight utilizing all my might in an attempt to smite
Those that bite the light which carries my glowing kite,
I followed through the sky.

I raced and paced
With that enlightened beacon I was desperately seekin’.
Trying not to weaken the chances of making great advances in minimizing
All the lances created by the violent trances of enemies, which had got the best of me
And tried to run off with the rest of me. But pieces lingered as I tried to finger
The reasons for the ultimate treason against all the earthly seasons.
I wondered so haphazardly.

I pondered as I wandered
The skies looking to dispel the magnified lies that fell from church bells.
Answers I seek feeling incredibly meek searching not to be weak,
But I just took a peek downward spotting something backward, I felt awkward.
I just laughed at hollow kings hidden in halls with ignoble knights guarding walls
And the ridiculous rest congregating at malls. Should I take the fall for them all?
I debated so despicably.

I laid as I weighed
The pros and cons of the responsibility I may don upon my shoulders.
The quest best for the rest didn’t close like a folder or subside with apologies I told her.
My solution so far from acquisition, no true resolution despite my brave mission
I was ready to let nuclear fission or the devil’s wishin’ destroy it all beyond recognition,
But I looked to that fabled mountainside with illuminated skies, glowing kites flying high
I never doubted why.

Broken Panes

Thu, 03 Mar 2005 02:56:16 GMT

Had a vision twice.
Illuminated skies barreling towards
Some promised mountainside.
With a smack it all went black
And some things would never come back.
But the vestige of a vision remained,
I was not the same.

So I fished for pheasants,
And things in my life became quite unpleasant.
The ground was round with little to no resound.
Confounded by what surrounded there were things
I saw aplenty even met a pretty girl named Wendy.
But what are wings when the air’s too heavy to fly.
The sky was so very high.

I skulked and sulked,
Under moats like stupid goats worrying about an ideological bulk
Of pots of gold and sunrises all so bold.
Hoping to break fungi and molds into appealing folds
Maybe my works could be sold or some stories told.
Just my false eyes reworking vanished visions from the mud,
I had sunk so very low.

I wallowed quite callow
Looking for some shooting star or even a painted car to follow
Up, away from broken panes scattered across these crooked lanes.
Saw boiling pots balanced on creaky cops standing on molten rock
Solidified like the mud around my bums, stood did I feeling high.
Fragments crusted were dusted and all of me was far from busted.
I had risen so amazingly.

I soared something to adore
Floored toward that mountainside from which I did hide
In weaker times without rhymes and all were chides.
Objects built to spill did crumble, clowns all did fumble, and tall building did crumble,
In one big rumble that was enough to make anyone quite humble but
Standing on that distant mountainside, clouds rolling by
I never felt so alive.

Molten Rock

Thu, 24 Feb 2005 03:56:02 GMT

I once met a man who danced on my chicken pox, it made me sad because I could not focus on the flying apple trees spiraling forth; things would of been so quite differently had I seen the apple cart of my dreams and bought from that old sailor the diamond in his seems; I fished for pheasants, but then things seemed vain or plain or in the rain and it became my bane, he must be slain; no I would not succumb to the dragons inside that red treasure chest, it would be too easy, it would be too wrong so lets put it in a song; stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, st-st-st-op my heart; stop stop stop stop stop stop st- st- st-op my heart; the larks all find there city bity witty marks, all i can you do is bark, snark and grow igloos in the dark; had a vision twice, illuminted skies barreling towards some promised mountainside; then with a smack all things went black and would never come back; so these flying foes traded repeated blows above my bare toes; my shoes were gone, fit like a glove to some other man looking quite smug; stop, stop, stop, stop, st-st-st-stop my heart; stop stop stop stop st-st-st-stop my heart; the marts all perform like programed darts; all i can do is fart, part and pretend to be smart; boiling pots balanced on creaky cops standing on molten rock; eruptions on the skyline burning bridges, toppling ridges; zombies moan in the dark, zombies fight in the daylight, we both no somethings quite not right; stop stop stop stop stop st-st-st-st-stop my heart; stop stop stop stop stop st-st-st-st-stop my heart; stop.

I Like School!

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 02:16:27 GMT

I like school.
It is fun.
I like gym.
Games are fun.
I like laughs.
They are fun.
Dancing in a room.
It is fun.
I like Hannah.
She is fun.
I like Alli.
She is fun.
I like Rob.
He is fun.
I like the Ragans.
They are fun.
Playing four square.
It is fun.
I like Chris.
He is fun.
I like Cosmo.
It is fun.
I like hot cocco.
It is fun.
I like Donald.
He is fun.
I like huckabees.
They are fun.
I like my hat.
It is fun.

Fri, 24 Dec 2004 21:46:58 GMT

I'm not sure if I mentioned it but LIFE IS AWESOME! Everyone else should get with the program cause trust me it is once you realize. MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHA FUCKAS! LIFE IS AWESOME and don't anyone forget it!

Best Birthday Ever!

Tue, 14 Dec 2004 03:48:38 GMT

Thanks to everyone who made my 18th birthday the best ever NYU, my family, my friends, my girlfriend...everyone. You're all amazing people and I'm so happy with life thanks to everyone.

Yeh I'm Hawt

Mon, 29 Nov 2004 01:14:31 GMT


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Thought that was pretty sweet, and better than someone elses.

Two Things

Tue, 23 Nov 2004 03:46:57 GMT

So two important things to two very important people:

Less than Three! - we're really really good.

and

I Will Not Pump Iron Alone! - we really really hate eachother.

FUCK YOU!!!

Fri, 12 Nov 2004 03:36:36 GMT

You know who you are... a certain e. montenegro wait thats too obvious, a certain erica m. Yeh, FUCK YOU!

My Philosophy

Thu, 11 Nov 2004 04:59:37 GMT

My first two updates were two short stories I wrote but this updates truly important. My life philosophy:
Celebrate your zeppilins, don't lament your dirigibles.
Thank You.

The Day My Innocence Died

Thu, 11 Nov 2004 04:42:51 GMT

I remember it like it was yesterday; but how could I forget? The year, the month, the day, the hour, the minute, the moment my innocence died. I sat home absorbing the TV screen before me when suddenly it happened. What some call a “wardrobe malfunction” ravaged my eyes, my mind, my body and my soul. My pupils shrank, eyes rolled back, and everything went numb.
I woke three days later, sprawled out inside a dumpster. All I could remember was that one moment, that one vision. The vision had been engraved into my soul like names into a tombstone. I managed to release myself from the dumpster only to find myself so very far from home. “Where was home?” I asked myself. It seemed as though my past was a distant memory shrouded by a storm of indecency. “At least I’m not blind,” I reasoned with myself. However, a peculiar filter plagued my mind’s eye. Then I realized the gravity of my ailment.
What was once black was white; what was once sweet was sour; what was once loud was quiet; and what was once right was wrong. That dreadful anomaly of family television had not only blurred my memory, but had also inverted my thoughts. A sudden urge rapidly infected my consciousness. I staggered from the alley out onto the crowded street searching for something. “What am I doing? Where am I going? Who am…” my thoughts had lost the battle for my brain.
Hoards of vulgarities made camp within my mind and expelled any semblance of civility from it. I had become a slave to indecency and an enemy to innocence. Obscenities spewed from my mouth, odors permeated from my skin, fungi grew from my toes, and lice escaped from my hair. I roamed the streets searching for something. Like a dog searching for a bone, I walked and I walked through a city that still remained nameless. Depravity dominated my actions, all rallied behind an image, the image, which had been seared into my soul.
All was lost, and I was the walking dead, a passive observer in my own body. Indecency continued searching with no avail but had found nothing, yet. An aura of objectionable behavior surrounded my body infecting those around me with indecency as well. The mutants became similarly offensive and followed their own carnal desires. My condition exponentially worsened with every second, and indecency had begun to hemorrhage from my body.
Indecency frantically propelled my body from street to street, sidewalk to sidewalk, building to building, and person to person. One moment of spontaneous televised exposure had bred a plague terrible enough to consume the world. All hope was lost and the world was on the brink of global infection. The world had become enshrouded in indecency with entire continents ravaged by the repercussions of a risqué revelation.
With the world on the cusp of total corruption, I made one last press towards reclaiming myself. I attempted to thrust all outside entities from my recollection and dispel the heavily entrenched indecency from what used to be my mind. I struggled relentlessly against the persistent onslaught of images around me, and the constant flow of information was unbearable. There seemed to be no escape from this perversion of reality and every moment more greatly distanced me from my former self. I battled continuously to wash myself clean of that one deplorable image, the one that had devastated all who had viewed it. The need to separate myself from all that surrounded me became imperative to my survival, and I knew it.
With all my remaining strength I propelled myself free from the shackles of my detestable ailment. I detached myself from an indecent society and proceeded to lay siege upon the vulgarities within me. Free from my surroundings, the battle for my brain swayed quickly in my favor. Indecency lacked fuel for its fire of destruction, thus I expelled indecency back into the deepest recesses of my mind. I had been liberated by my own fortitude, and with this recovered strength I stood alone among a devastated society. One fleeting moment of needless exposure resulted in an explosion of indecent, uncontrollable behavior, which infected all members of this information age. I had been lucky to free myself, but I quickly realized the true source of this global epidemic was merely the 2004 Super Bowl Half-time Show. Leave it to MTV to end civilization.

A Conversation

Thu, 11 Nov 2004 04:41:36 GMT

Myself sits on the ground peering out at an infinite expanse.
Enter Me
Me: (taps Myself on the shoulder angrily) What are you doing?
Myself: (turns to Me surprised) Thinking.
Me: (inquisitively) What about?
Myself: (puzzled) About…what?
Me: About what are you thinking?
Myself: Thinking…was I thinking?
Me: (angrily) Yes, you just said you were thinking.
Myself: Did I?
Me: Yes!
Myself: What about?
Me: (shrugs dejectedly giving up on the conversation) I JUST ASKED—
Myself: (stands up and points to his left) Look, someone’s coming.
Me: Who could it be?
Myself: I don’t know.
Me: (scared) Who could it be?
Myself: I don’t—
Me: (frightened) WHO COULD IT BE?
Myself: I—
Enter I. I approaches from the left with book in hand and moves quickly towards Me and myself.
I: That’s me.
Myself: (points toward Me confused) He’s Me.
Me: Yeah, I’m Me.
I: And I’m I.
Myself: I?
Me: Not Me?
I: You’re right.
Me: (angrily) No, I’m Me.
I: (annoyed) And I’m I.
Myself: (points at book in I’s hand inquisitively) What’s that?
I: What?
Myself: (points to book again) That.
I: (lifts book up) Oh this. It’s Waiting for Godot.
Me: It’s waiting for godot?
Myself: How can a book wait?
I: (annoyed) No, the title is Waiting for Godot.
Myself: Never heard of it.
Me: What’s it about?
I: Nothing.
Me: (confused) What do you get out of nothing?
I: Something.
Myself: Something from nothing.
I: Right.
Me: How?
I: How what?
Me: How do you get something from nothing?
I: It’s easy really, but try getting nothing from something.
Myself: Nothing from something.
Me: (extremely confused) How do you get nothing from something?
I: You don’t. You get something from nothing.
Me: (slightly less confused) Something from nothing?
Myself: It’s simple. You can get something from nothing but not nothing from something.
I: Yes, yes, yes. Make something of nothing.
Myself: Make something of nothing.
Me: Make something of nothing.
Myself: Is it funny?
I: Yes.
Me: So it’s a comedy?
I: No.
Me: So it’s a drama?
I: No.
Me: (angrily) How can it be neither?
I: It’s not neither it’s both.
Me: (confused) Both?
I: Yes, both.
Me: So you laugh and cry?
I: Not cry, think.
Myself: Think—
Me: Not cry?
I: Think—
Me: And laugh?
I: Laugh and think.
Me: How?
Myself: Why?
I: Why not?
I walks past Me and Myself moving rapidly away from the pair and disappears into the horizon. Exit I. Myself sits back down peering out at an infinite expanse.
Me: What was that about? (Pauses for response but receives none. Taps Myself on the shoulder angrily) What are you doing?
Myself: Thinking.