The segment concerning Promap is a relic from my old blog. The rest is new.

(don’t judge me too much. i was young)

FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING CHRIST.

I just had a really big update for what happened on the fucking weekend and fucking promap has a fucking error and fucking fucks it up!

Fuck it. I’ll update to-fucking-morrow.

FUCKING PROMAP!

(a post written two years ago is found in the dreary wastelands of a search engine that races its min d with arbitrary worrrrds a nd comes up with mag-ick)

(wanderers stumble across such a treasure and th-black-ink that they know what it means)

(they do not)

I would like to remind any and all visitors to this site that this post from an old personal blog which was written in August 2005.itellthembutdotheylistenohtheydonot.

(and so, two years after this post was created, these wanderers scrawl one final message before the wi nds of life dis-murder_mystery-solve them)

(and i cannot answer them)

the memories are stored in everything that you can imagine_ smell especially, but not limited to that_ i heard someone say a phrase and my mind was flung to huddled in front of the breakfast club and eating peanut butter raw from the

and smiles and sunsets and grumpy eyebrows that furrow and smile and shine and feel of silk and god that silk

but enough distractions.

I’m liking this.