http://blulink.blogdrive.com/ Trials Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:30:01 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2008. Writing Other http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/84.html Thu, 14 Feb 2008 13:25:56 GMT allrighty just a check to see if this works and i guess it does might be updating soon http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=84 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/85.html Thu, 14 Feb 2008 13:25:49 GMT break upon the waves lost in the wake and spitting sea foam break in the frosty air thunder through the stones and wake in the cold night under stars you have never seen remember what you've never known but always felt some of my favorite people in the world would be labeled as "asshole" or "bitch." This is because they say what they think and mean what they say. now this is not a bad thing despite what the current "social climate" dictates. I was/am friends with these people because I did/do admire them. People saying what they wish to say is so rare nowadays. Political Correctness... (more) http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=85 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/83.html Wed, 30 Mar 2005 15:47:10 GMT Did you ever get tired of watching life pass you by? Most people let life happen to them expecting to just go on with the flow of the universe. Sometimes I let life walk on by over me in cleats. That is how it feels right now. I let myself become a curmudgeon. I let my personality life that I created for myself fall to the way side when I came back to Omaha. I became who I was not who I spent years becoming. http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=83 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/82.html Wed, 16 Mar 2005 21:10:11 GMT oh my head has been hurting soooo much lately. so much to be said and so many ways to say it. I often underplay how much my writing means to me. I am usually very proud of the works i put on the net or anything i create and finish. I take this pride only in the accomplishment that as a writer i have grown through hardwork and some skill. Words now flow easier and it feels comfortable to write now. The only thing that i have not improved much on being very unprolific and that is probably the one thing that makes me weary about pursuing a career in writing. The biggest part of that problem... (more) http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=82 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/81.html Tue, 01 Feb 2005 16:13:13 GMT Break It let the hammer fly make pieces from another day let all the shards ot light tinkle in the grass twinkling stars and flowing blood another moment lived and lost shaken free from matted, greasy hair break it all again because it is there they're all asleep I never inderstood thier dreams the gap just grew over time dog twitching at my feet, cats purring contentedly cartoons play quietly on the tube its midnight again and the snores and the purrs the soft soft breathing of my nieces and brothers make and unexpected symphony I wonder what they see in... (more) http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=81 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/80.html Thu, 20 Jan 2005 02:20:29 GMT Its always seems colder when you have no one to hold you tight in the empty night. why is it i seem to only make good friends when i am at a distance? I don't know why. Am I creepy up close? do i come off as too intense, too boring, too weird? what is it about me that prevents me from making friends with people that are not stoners? I always make one stoner friend. I don't even drink or toke around people that don't do that stuff. Oh my head hurts. it hurts bad. I have been dreaming again. blood and fear and loss all piling up in my head like leaves in autumn. After a night of dreaming... (more) http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=80 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/79.html Thu, 06 Jan 2005 22:34:16 GMT No one truly dies until the last echoes of one's existence, the last ripples of the lives one touched fade away. And that is a long time for anyone. So live your life touching lives, creating Hope and Joy, so that your name and your life are waves in the ocean, ceaseless as the tide. My whole family fears death and kind of hangs on to the hope that they will be the one to live forever. I am by no means fearless but I know and accept I will die and that those I love might die at any moment. I used to make myself imagine holding Angel in my arms dying or walking up to Floyd's casket to say... (more) http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=79 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/78.html Mon, 29 Nov 2004 21:04:50 GMT (this is more of the story and not edited so much though i did pick through it a few times. nothing to say other than my classes were frikken dropped since i pont know how to read a payment schedule. but at least i have one class recovered) The soft heavy rain pattered gently on his thick black hair but to Thomas each drop felt like a tiny hammer on his skull. A chill wind wafted softly over and around him as he walked to his car but all he felt was the rain and his throbbing headache. It was much better than it was before; however, its relentless insistence despite the aspirin... (more) http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=78 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/77.html Thu, 18 Nov 2004 18:28:42 GMT wow, that was a trip. my first quarter i passed and passed well. all A's i didnt ever expect an A in one class. I would have just been happy to pass Macroeconomics. this was a weird three months. I know now that i have to keep going. school was the only thing that kept me sane so far. it was a pattern and something that i actually excelled in. I dont know where the wind blows next from but i think i will stay in school regardless. i think i have another A in trig but i wont find out until later. my semi job writing for the BuzzBugle has flopped. they have... (more) http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=77 http://blulink.blogdrive.com/archive/76.html Tue, 09 Nov 2004 23:28:53 GMT There are two more stories below this one. Thomas rolled out of bed and wiped the sand from his eyes. The first taste of blood, stale cigarettes and the dry grainy aftertaste from the cheap liquor from the night before reminded him that today was Saturday and he still had one more night of hard drinking before him. The headache hadn’t come yet, but he walked to the bathroom and popped a few aspirin to ease his way into what was sure to be a bad one. The clock on his bedside table glowed 9:13 in the darkness of his room. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the... (more) http://blulink.blogdrive.com/comments?id=76