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Name: Kellen
Country: United States
State: Oregon
Metro: Portland
Birthday: 3/14/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: i play 4 instruments and admire the millions that can play them better.
Expertise: I sway between Expert Slacker and Daydreamer Extraordinaire.
Message: message meEmail: email me
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Member Since:
8/21/2003
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| I wish I could ride into a wind
to peel the memories from my skin.
To lay me down on concrete bare
chalk outlining that I'd been there.
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| From the floor of my car, my girlfriend Mandie picked up a biblical tract this kind old lady of a stranger gave me for putting a new brake pedal cover pad on her car. She asked me what it meant, "the anxious bench", a phrase I'd scribbled on the back. Frustration set in with the realization that I've lost so much of the ability to transfer the ideas from my mind to my mouth.
I came upon this phrase while reading a book describing the relationship between P.T. Barnum's selling of a circus and a Civil War-era preacher whose methods revolutionized the modern Christian evangelical movement. Barnum took much of his tactics of urgency, combined with the feeling of a point of no return, directly from the sermons he had grown up listening to. "Come see it today, it'll be gone tomorrow." He frequently referred to his audience as his congregation, composed of the what he famously declared were "suckers born every minute".
Somebody once told me that they were smart enough to be annoyed by stupid people, but not smart enough to make any money off of them. While the preacher may have been paving the road to hell with true and honest intentions, Barnum was raking it in while being in on the joke the entire time. The only reason I have trouble separating these two is because they fish with the same bait.
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| 4am, pitch black.
through the walls, you can hear rushed, hushed voices in the living room.
my roommate invited his two buddies (who i've never met) to party with him. After the bars closed, they each brought a girl (who they've never met) back with them. After they passed out on our couches, my roommate left for the after-party. they're just all waking up.
I think they may be trying to figure out exactly where the fuck they're at.
hehe.
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| I met this girl. Her name is Mandie. I met her just after the last post. We began a relationship. It just ended.
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| Listening to jazz. A Canadian friend of mine and I are listening to the same internet stream and emailing our thoughts back and forth. In the living room Keenan is introducing half a dozen people to Donnie Darko. I couldn't believe that many people hadn't seen it yet - most of his family and his closest friends and they're all watching it for the first time. I hope it's as inspiring to them as it was to me the first time. My buddy Asian Jon and I ended up watching it every day for weeks until we had figured out precisely what the time-travel theory was. Then we watched the commentary and realized that the genius of this movie was entirely accidental. Jake Gyllenhall was thereby dubbed "Captain Stupid" and the director waxed on about the technical aspects of the movie rather than the plot holes, twists, and characters. Nobody cares how you lit that scene, Mr. Director, when we are trying to figure out why Frank the Bunny can travel through time but Gretchen Ross cannot.
I've owned the Director's Cut of Donnie Darko for over 2 years and have refused to open it for fear that it will ruin the original for me. Apparently that was enough for a girl to label me as a true nerd - I'm not sure about that, I might be a little superstitious though...
I'm remembering that I like coffee more than booze. I can still read a book, I can still write out my thoughts, after a few cups of coffee. All I do after booze is misquote and grin like a damned fool. I drank hard Tuesday night and have yet to calm the fire that it left in my belly. I've felt moderately sick ever since then. Tension headaches, I think...
I just wrote this "heartbreaking work of staggering genius" email, and it didn't go through. completely lost to cyberspace.
god-fucking-shit-in-a-pita.
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