| Sunday, September 2nd, 2007 |
| 12:09 pm |
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| Thursday, August 30th, 2007 |
| 5:26 pm |
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| 4:11 pm |
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| Saturday, March 11th, 2006 |
| 12:52 am |
Subhumans in SF
Subhumans (UK) at Slim's Wednesday, 3/29/2006 at 8:00 PM. Doors open at 7:30 PM. $11. |
| Monday, March 6th, 2006 |
| 12:37 am |
Behold a Pale Horse
Each day i come closer to religion. My atheistic ways are becoming harder to mantain, yet the cynicism of organized religion remains. I envy Porksound for his steadfast beliefs. I find myself trying to align with a existing religion, yet they all provide challenges. My respect to anyone who remains steadfast in their beliefs in the illumination of doubt. |
| Thursday, February 2nd, 2006 |
| 7:13 pm |
Craigslist in Mexico city
This is a cool clip from a Mexico City Apt. Listing. The house too its realy calme, count whit hi speed wireless internet service. Ideal for two persons coming work a Mexico city. The location it is of 650 usd par months and included charges of mantenance, ligth, water, and one place car. (The house too, its available for weeks, but une reservation of the dates its needed). |
| Friday, January 27th, 2006 |
| 8:13 pm |
Rumi Poetry
How did you get away? You were the pet falcon of an old woman. Did you hear the falcon-drum? You were a drunken songbird put in with owls. Did you smell the odor of a garden? You got tired of sour fermenting and left the tavern. You went like an arrow to the target from the bow of time and place. The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way, but you didn't go. You became light and gave up wanting to be famous. You don't worry about what you're going to eat, so why buy an engraved belt? I've heard of living at the center, but what about leaving the center of the center? Flying toward thankfulness, you become the rare bird with one wing made of fear, and one of hope. In autumn, a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind. Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout as fast as it can. Talking is pain. Lie down and rest, now that you've found a friend to be with. "These Branching Moments", Coleman Barks Copper Beech Press, 1988 |
| Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 |
| 1:52 pm |
I percieve that I am perceptive, but I may be decieved by my perspective. |
| Tuesday, September 20th, 2005 |
| 10:41 pm |
Rationalvationalism
It seems that thought cannot be taught Although it ought to be Ideally, from ignorance we should flee With conditioning as our only defense against apathy But alas, we seldom learn from the past For presently we wanted happiness to last Steadfast we stay Muddled in the day to day Unaware that once we stray From the permanence of recollection A kind of self deception That enables our inability to self correction We sacrifice our own advice In lieu of admitting our vice Is the inability to change. |
| Sunday, August 21st, 2005 |
| 8:22 pm |
*Organic* Peanut Butter
While dreaming on a dreary path Oblivious to some but not the half I gave in to the sin of deprivation For vaguely I knew of the separation Between the constructs of survival and self gratification On I strode through the mess I created Realizing at last this is the path not taken I must not double-back lessons learned I then would lack Now I must blaze my own trail Back to the original course I shall not fail |
| Saturday, September 4th, 2004 |
| 2:44 pm |
subjective
Let me be a tributary to your stream of consciousness. For I cannot scale the walls of my shore to show you my depth. |
| Friday, July 16th, 2004 |
| 3:33 pm |
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| 3:28 pm |
uneventful
I have never found a reason to write in my journal about nothing, prefering to post only when i had something to share. Now it different though, for i am bored. I came home from work early(like usual)for there is not enough work to keep me busy. In passive retaliation i am contemplating applying at my friendly, neighborhood Appleby's, as per a friends reccomendation. Well i since my motivation fleeting in hope of building for something else..Onwards and Upwards! |
| Saturday, February 21st, 2004 |
| 2:24 pm |
My Role (1/13/04)
The atmosphere in here, much like the feeling is clear I am going to steer clear of calling you dear For i fear that the feeling is cloudy, hence rain Feel the pain, learn from it See what we may gain Time spent with you could have sent me insane But instead i decided to remain the same Just older, Will not break my mold or I'll fold From what i am told the best times are now. I learned my lesson diverted myself from deception Self-Improvement is now my obsession Although i can still feel your kiss The spiritual feeling i used to diss Is the the most important thing i miss For once i found my heart things started to fall apart If only i could go back to start Relive time with lesson learned strapped to my back So could earn the respect i need but lack Damage done, now i'm on damage control Picking up the pieces of my soul Decided you absence is not a hole Buy merely destiny taking it's toll. |
| Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003 |
| 5:24 pm |
continue...
Never, have i ever seen light reflecting in a beam radiance like a dream iridescent sparkling stream Puncture through the night sky Penetrating my minds eye illuminating truth in a lie Now all i can ask is why? The glimmer of faith refracts on glass Brightening the future as time does pass The light of tomorrow darkens the past Is forever long enough for it to last? |
| Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 |
| 3:03 pm |
Goals
Manifest destiny, be who you want to be, is that not what it means to be free? All we can hope for is exactly what we can get, if we disallow the stumbling through pointless regret. Everybody can thrive past goals that are unmet. Plan for happiness at cognitions outset. |
| Sunday, September 28th, 2003 |
| 9:17 pm |
optional...
Well in short my name is Chris, but is more complicated then that you see. I am certain that I contemplate many things, for I am often confused. I do try to retain what I feel is important, although my success ratio is hardly something that I am qualified to compute. It seems more likely than not that i'll have a greater possibility for garnering maximum enjoyment from life if I try to live in a way that corresponds with the expectation I place on others; i.e. constantly checking my possible hypocrisies, although I am uncertain as to how well I do this. Regardless I am merely a twenty-three year old human example, preparing for what shall be. |
| Thursday, September 18th, 2003 |
| 2:43 pm |
minimalistic
Hiya kids. i am going to be posting more of late, although i do not have anything to say quite yet. So I'll begin again with some poetry. Non-chalant we walk through life, precious time slowly cutting like a knife, the peace of mind we once must have had, has dissolved away and for that i am glad. For with innocent lost form is found, like the stone wrought from the ground, chiseled to a statue most profound. True knowledge comes from within. |
| Thursday, August 28th, 2003 |
| 2:22 pm |
White Wash
I evaluated everything in my reality vacuum, consumed such that necessity was wrought from form and function, individual cells oblivious of one another, but oh so powerful when fired in unison. We are all desperate. |
| Thursday, May 1st, 2003 |
| 1:51 pm |
Hello all, i would like to recommend a great website. It is www.chriscollier.com. This website represents all my hopes, dreams, and aspirations pertaining to my Lesbian folk music. |
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