Dec 2002

Dec 1

In the Maw of Melodrama

If I could only stop picking at my scabs, I wonder if there is a chance I might heal?

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Dec 4

I Don't Care (Right)

I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, but I’ll post this anyways.

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Dec 6

Hedging My Bets

I am deathly afraid of having to lay all my cards out on the table.

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Dec 8

Vector Tracings

I remember white outlines on a black background, kind of like a blueprint being drawn before my eyes. I don't know. Like a concept diagram. There was a road, or a railway. I know: as if reality were being generated as I cast my eyes upon it. More concretely, like a primitive 3D shooter (like Doom, or Counterstrike) whose graphics engine relied only on vector tracings, and which could not keep up with realtime. I suppose, if I really knew what I was doing, I would try to approximate it with a Flash animation, but such as it is.

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Dec 8

Post

“Are you postal today?” the on-call resident asked the post-call resident. No, I suppose none of this is really coherent at all.

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Dec 13

Hysteria

Space.

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Dec 19

Only This and Nothing More

To all the girls I’ve loved before….

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Dec 21

The Longest Night

And all the world’s weight is on my back and I don’t even know why.

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Dec 24

The Christmas Before Last (Do Not Read This If You Want to Be Happy)

Oooh. I am in rare form today. Here’s to the darkness and the never ending void. “Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising/I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing./To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking….” – J.R.R. Tolkien from The Lord of the Rings

mahiwaga

I'm not really all that mysterious

Dec 2002