Paid8x's New Writeups

June 3, 2005 (idea)

2005-06-03T07:14:24Z

...but I held my friend of thirteen years in my arms today, and watched her die. I can't help but feel like an asshole for "killing" my cat, but life has a way of inviting you in (quite seductively) for a hot, steamy bowl of cream-of-go-fuck-yourself-soup just when you least expect it.

So forgive me if I say things a little crazy... It's only because I didn't know what else to say... And something is better than nothing... right?

May 14, 2005 (idea)

2005-05-14T07:24:27Z

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I condone,

I con. Done deal!!!

April 20, 2005 (idea)

2005-04-20T06:24:30Z

Youth

You, the youth!

You the you, that is.

You, the you. That isn't me!!!

Aron Ralston (person)

2005-04-01T09:02:06Z

It was Saturday, April 26, 2003. Colorado raised, Aron Ralston, began a biking/hiking/rappelling expedition through Canyonlands National Park in Utah. His route would take him thirty miles through the Blue John and Horseshoe Canyons. It would take him five days.

This is the one of the most badass stories ever heard. Aron, 27 at the time, took a spur of the moment trip to the wilderness. Along his way he had to scale mutiple cliffs and ledges. While dangling from one of the ledges, he loosened an 800 pound rock that fell on him and pinned his right hand against the canyon wall.

After being trapped for five days, drinking his own urine to survive, and braving the harsh physical and psychological tortures of impending death, Aron decided to become the hardcoremost person he could. Not only did he make a tourniquet and cut off his arm, he also had to snap his radius and ulna because his pocket knife wouldn't cut through them. He…

August 24, 2003 (thing)

2003-08-24T13:10:28Z

Day 3 working for Satan in magical bar back land:

I've come to this realization... that work sucks when you don't sleep, but more importantly, even though sleep fixes everything, sleep sucks when you don't work. It's a never ending battle and I feel like I've already lost.

16 hours Friday, 12 on Saturday, 14 today, and Monday, sweet Monday, I sleep.

April 8, 2003 (idea)

2003-04-08T19:29:35Z

The I'm Chimes MS.

I cough and the strings of my guitar chime with it. I turn the television on to watch the weather. I own the cd that is playing to the local forecast. The television chimes like I forecast a cough. I think a future, like the band, all the band playing to the local weather I think I'm on. The guitar strings and I turn to watch my own future, the cd that is with all of it.