Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

*Slams shithammer onto love rod, securing heroin tracks, carrying the love train, on the way to the big house, where the bitches’ moan, struggling in death’s grip, minus America’s Dream, because we…should…never…have…slept.ssssooo…deeep*

Fitful

Stephen Pimley | Daily Life,Random,Thoughts | Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

I’ve got pills that keep me up at night but they’re no competition for the demons that fulfill the same capacity.

Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

My newer slogan, “Born, branded, but not beloved”.

Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

I’ve been thinking about my grandparents and getting old.  Knowing I’ll never make it.  I’ll die young, yet never young enough.  Disjointed conjunction of faults.  Recycled and manufactured into form.  New life beheld.  All that was, still hasn’t been.  Manipulated desired sheen of obsolescence still beading with effervescent perspicacity.  Dying and twisting down with organ faultiness.  Our mother’s womb our final headdress.  Besides, what pestering boil will we today address?

[Edit] Original text read, “with perspicacious effervescence.”   However this morning I decided (while half awake in bed) that the correct meaning is that which I changed it to above.  It makes more sense this way, I assure you.[/Edit]

Stephen Pimley | Dreams,Memories | Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

The words that would prove my genius came in my sleep.  I saw them imprinted on my vision.  Floating, yet solid.  I repeated to them myself out loud over and over.  I must remember them for to speak these words would confound countless minds.  My grandparents crept closer.  I stumbled.  I must remember.  No distractions.  Too quick.  Next to me.  They speak.  The words, all but the first six or seven are lost.  Meditation broken and chances fleeting like smoke.  I am undone once again.

Stephen Pimley | Daily Life,Memories | Sunday, August 17th, 2003

52.5 hours consecutively awake.  That’s the most since high school I believe, and the most personally for no good reason at all.

Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Thursday, August 14th, 2003

My emotions are a raging maelstrom of scattered debris. Every now and then I glimpse a ragged 2×4 coursing straight for my heart.

Stephen Pimley | Random,Thoughts | Wednesday, August 6th, 2003

Do we get medals for hating oneself above and beyond the call of duty?

Arrow Fodder

Stephen Pimley | Dreams,Memories | Monday, August 4th, 2003

Our ragtag army was pinned down.  We had made our way to the gate and rammed it down but now there was nowhere to go.  Ahead, the castle bailey was a no-man’s ground and we were out of arrows with which to attack the enemy archers.  Occasionally one of our party would venture out for a split second to draw fire and any arrows that landed nearby and unbroken were recovered.  This tactic was proving futile though with time.  Most of us were armed with only spears and those still living that carried bows weren’t having any effect.  Finally in desperation I grabbed one of the poorer serfs by the back of the neck and shoved him forward yelling, “Make them waste some arrows!”  Almost immediately a dozen arrowheads burst from his filthy back and he tumbled forward out of view.  Our leader took a step forward and peered around the corner proclaiming, “I think he dodged one of them.”

Yes… I have weird dreams.

Dizbuster

Stephen Pimley | Daily Life,Memories | Friday, August 1st, 2003

The ENT doctor told me that whatever killed my right ear must have also taken out the balance center of my middle ear.  That is what causes my weird delayed vertigo sensations minutes after getting off elevators and such.  So I guess this will happen forever…  Well I suppose I pretty much knew I was never going to be a fighter pilot or anything like that but it still sucks.

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