tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53049552011-04-21T15:06:23.627-07:00season.to.taste<strong>CAUTION: This Site You Are About To Enjoy Is VERY Hot</strong>Paulnoreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1148542955658403392006-05-25T00:32:00.000-07:002006-05-25T00:42:35.660-07:00they say life goes right before your eyesten years gone in what seemed like seven daysand yet sometimes i sit off to the sidewatch the world zoom pastand swear that my life is on stand-bykids trying to be grown upand grown ups trying to be kidsa life so defined by lack of definitionso much meaning with ambiguous inspirationsongs and movies of those who seekthe perfect partner...their perfect Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1139223768356228552006-02-06T02:37:00.000-08:002006-02-06T03:02:48.806-08:00fireflies in the nightfrozen teardrops in your eyemoments of doubtsof hesitationsthose red stop lightsstill slowing your lifelaughter without meaninglove without feelinglife without seeingagony break throughlet pain run freecourse through your existancein harmonyno escape from shadows of your beingyet absolute solace in embracea delicate reflectionof glory and beautycatchswaying blades of Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1138847409532456872006-02-01T18:29:00.000-08:002006-02-01T18:30:09.543-08:00felt it would be appropriate to repost this entry from way back when. =)shit, were the walls closing in on him? his eyes darted side to side like those freaking tiny field mice in the middle of the night.what the....he strained his eyes, and even rolled backwards in his chair to verify it wasnt his sense of perception screwing with him.he started from the ceiling and followed the straight lines Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1138074256223770172006-01-23T19:41:00.000-08:002006-01-23T19:44:16.236-08:00prepare to be owned. this story was sent to me by a friend who stole it from a guys xanga site. like i said...prepare to be owned, you've been warned.thestoryi always knew i was going to marry her.the proposal actually goes way back to more than 5 years ago. there was a period of time when i thought i had lost her. and i had gone back home to california, left with only my thoughts and perceivedPaulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1136256279725698112006-01-02T18:13:00.000-08:002006-01-02T18:44:39.753-08:00a silhouette of seductionlounging and espousingwith subtle droplets of crimson obsessiona union of indecent proposalstaunting and caressingwith subtle touches of irridescent satisfactiona lavish indulgenceto shadow my emotionsto soothe my sentimentsto satiate my cravingsof you.Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1133980411119871252005-12-07T10:26:00.000-08:002005-12-07T10:33:31.130-08:00she haunts my dreams like endless waves crashing upon the sanda violent mixture of discordant harmonywhirlwind of frosty winter air whipping against my cheeksshielded only by a neverending optimistic passion for true loveabeliefofabetterlifetime.Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1133415484172762992005-11-30T21:20:00.000-08:002005-11-30T21:38:04.183-08:00the crimson vigilante was no stranger to the scene. when the nights were cold and the city lights lit up single file he would lean back into the shadows unobserved to the naked eye.he wasn't paid by the city, his countless achievements were never published by the local paper, but recognition never mattered.weary of the streams of tears...the agony of heartbreak...and the fear of solitude...the Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1130582260482088552005-10-29T00:34:00.000-07:002005-10-29T03:37:40.720-07:00reading entries from the past is haunting and romantic in a way. just like walking through the mildew smelling library of an antiquated mansion and stumbling onto a diary....are any of you faithful readers still out there?Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1111354861887581602005-03-20T13:39:00.000-08:002005-03-20T13:41:01.890-08:00this shit is hilarious. courtesy of gizzoogle. (if you don't know this is a translation of my post from 9/28 enjoy!)in many aspects this blizzog is like an old best friend, tha kind of nigga that you neva seem ta hizzy very mizzle time fo` nowadays as you rush ta find yo shawty cubbyhole (rememba those in kindergizzles in this so-called-game-of-life thats off tha hook yo.but every now n Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1097571547389597982004-10-12T01:55:00.000-07:002004-10-12T01:59:07.390-07:00just a little promotion....everybody DL firefox, its clearly a superior browser to IE and is much more secure for your system.
trust me, its like high quality indie rock compared to mainstream nicklestank, or muddy puddle, or whatever crappy alternative band is being rotated on kroq in between the same offspring songs and some bullshit from good charlotte.
Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1096408678392044922004-09-28T14:26:00.000-07:002004-09-28T14:57:58.393-07:00in many aspects this blog is like an old best friend, the kind of friend that you never seem to have very much time for nowadays as you rush to find your little cubbyhole (remember those in kindergarten?) in this so-called-game-of-life.
but every now and then when you feel sentimental, introspective, or even just shit out of luck you call upon that blog and its like you never left...throw on Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1081416687143140732004-04-08T02:31:00.000-07:002004-04-08T02:37:23.640-07:00to be honest, i still am not entirely sure what to write. i wish i could write something deep and moving to do the whole situation enough justice...
it was only a couple of months ago that i was at the mountain bar in chinatown where i started talking with the guy who happened to be sitting next to my left and found myself deeply engrossed in a great conversation with him.
meeting max made me Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1081227543581127822004-04-05T21:59:00.000-07:002004-04-06T02:18:05.013-07:00i noticed her on my trip to helsinki.
she sat across from me on my train as we rode through the countryside.
everything about her seemed to lure me into an unexplainable trance.
she had the eyes of a predator; deep, dark, an emerald green the ultimate
compliment to her seductive gothic black hair.
her lips glimmered as they basked in rays of sunlight that penetrated through the thick forest of Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1080105497020936922004-03-23T21:18:00.000-08:002004-03-23T21:20:46.576-08:00hey you know that you remember smells better than any other sense right?
yeah i think i heard that before, why?
cuz dude...i was walking back from class today, and i swear i smelled like four girls that i hooked up with at parties before
man youre a friggin slut
no, but listen....i'm not sure if it was them or not...but the smell it started bringing back all sorts of memories you know? Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1071787611024140122003-12-19T00:54:00.000-08:002003-12-21T01:57:17.810-08:00there was something calming about the morning air.
crisp and fresh, the beginnings of a new day
a new existance
a new...
self.
undeniably there were just so many things that could never be understood or explained.
the whats the hows and most importantly the whys
what the hell was it that was happening?
how could it ever.....
and why?
it was painful to be outdoors
the cold slicing against his Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1071035945419605672003-12-09T21:59:00.000-08:002003-12-13T17:14:45.996-08:00anthem of agony
set my heart on fire
im so dark inside
empty bottles
of wasted desire
you were to be mine;
if only for tonight
never knew i could
be so numb
yet feel piercing pain
they say always dream
and yet
keep dreaming once again
run through alleyways
to find you or
leave you
doesn't matter anyway
they say always dream
and yet
keep dreaming once again
have you had that dream
of falling Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1070623923323718282003-12-05T03:32:00.000-08:002003-12-05T03:32:43.450-08:00You are the Consummate Hipster. Newbies bow toyou, everyone else just stares, as you swaggerdown the street with "Little GreenBag" stuck in your head.
What Kind of Hipster Are You? brought to you by Quizilla
Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1069578619488613852003-11-23T01:10:00.000-08:002003-12-08T11:39:32.483-08:00it smelled like mold. in front of me was an old wooden door most likely the remnants of a viking clan's dining table "recycled," put to good use. i stepped inside and brought in a cold gust that gave the candles a scare as they shook and wavered. the establishment was dimly lit and aptly furnished with decadent adornments.
and then my eyes fixated.
it happened like an analysis of a painting. Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1069226933085195092003-11-18T23:28:00.000-08:002003-11-18T23:43:25.326-08:00untitled number one
your presumption is overwhelming
your self love and my self loathe
starry nights not withstanding
of wretched lies,
half-hearted calls
and icey goodbyes
more comfort in empty rooms
rather that then the sight of you
shooting poisoned darts
through my eyes
maybe if you had given more
i'd have things to throw away
instead you gave nothing
the same nothing
i have today
more Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1069058406242022062003-11-17T00:40:00.000-08:002003-11-23T01:38:28.060-08:00don't say go [unless you want to]
so tell me what you're thinking
or better yet
let me read it in your eyes
my imagination tells me things
and ruins our surprise
green lights
and smoking breaks
all in disregard
of boundaries set
by other hearts
in our story so far
what is your motivation
were you here yesterday
i called your name in frustration
or is this the game you play
yellow lights
and Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1068706710415191702003-11-12T22:58:00.000-08:002003-11-17T01:14:12.123-08:00modern day tragedy [jagged edge love song]
are you looking for an answer?
to explain all the things we've done
why ask for a map to an end
when you can't admit what's begun
do you think of me all the time when what's bullshit with him
is so special to you and me
this isnt another angst ridden teenage song
baby this is our modern day tragedy
no broken glass, just a broken heart
and what you meanPaulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1066864349785636052003-10-22T16:12:00.000-07:002003-10-22T16:12:29.796-07:00a decent article about elliot (my entry follows the article below)
Will Bryant reports:
Elliott Smith has died at age 34, according to an obituary posted late Tuesday on Sweet Adeline, Smith's official website. Rumors had been circulating on the Internet yesterday afternoon about Smith's apparent suicide; by early evening, the overwhelming traffic from well-wishers and fans was crashing Sweet Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1066856040336033622003-10-22T13:54:00.000-07:002003-10-22T13:54:00.530-07:00dear faithful reader,
as you know i have a tendency to only post entries when i feel influenced enough to actually care to express some sort of sentiment or opinion. however, i would do anything to not have to write this entry right now. some of you may have heard of the passing away of elliott smith...
i dont really know how to explain this, im not much of a celebrity monger and when artists Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1065724402507969452003-10-09T11:33:00.000-07:002003-10-09T11:48:32.090-07:00theres a lot going on lately isnt there? i've talked about the whole process of graduating in the past...things are different and yet so not. one thing i've really learned to pick up on is just how hollywood everything in los angeles really is. from seeing that cabin fever guy at saddle ranch, to mike tyson at the standard...or even random people at costco talking about producers and directors.
Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1061279616917279842003-08-19T00:53:00.000-07:002003-08-19T00:53:36.810-07:00you know if a million people gave you a dollar each you could quite easily be a millionaire. think of ways you can convince a million people to give you a dollar, or five hundred thousand people to give you two dollars...
besides the glaring fact that most people wont't give you money without a reason (even though plenty of people dont mind paying increased tuition costs without seeing evidence Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1061198985205121512003-08-18T02:29:00.000-07:002003-08-18T02:29:45.220-07:00with school rapidly approaching i guess one of my primary concerns is not so much what my life will be once i take the graduation walk, but rather the anxiety of not remembering people from the previous years.
see, throughout elementary school...junior high...as well as high school we all had the benefit of getting to know people for a wide span of years; almost like insurance. the problem in Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1060768912448186812003-08-13T03:01:00.000-07:002003-08-18T02:30:14.943-07:00bi-polar madness (adolescent spaceship journey)
august 13, 2003
life at the speed of light
of a roadtrip in a sonic boom
landscape melted into a mosaic pool streaming past
inspiration and anxiety
depression and ambition
like a stake pierced through your skull,
your brain,
your heart
masses of people shouting your name
shouting at you
shouting for you
shouting about you
nothing but youPaulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1060767747868402422003-08-13T02:42:00.000-07:002003-08-13T03:12:39.283-07:00gather around children for a story never once told, a story of unrequited love taking place somewhere you would never expect it!
thats a good guess betty but no its not in paris! whats that ralphie? no no it wasn't jamaica...thats ONE love not unrequited. yes anthony jr? hahaha no not new jersey, let that be a geography lesson to you children...there is nothing in new jersey except for garbage Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1060517235970055182003-08-10T05:07:00.000-07:002003-08-10T05:07:16.096-07:00a domestic disaster. his sorry excuse for a kitchen looked like trench warfare hq. mounds of dirt were substituted by mounds of spilt epsom salt. and he nearly slipped on the damn egg yolk for the fifth time.
starving college student meets helpless bachelor fumbling through a hodgepodge of ingredients in true famished transient fashion.
he used a recipe that he had found on the food networks Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1059645867788718102003-07-31T03:04:00.000-07:002003-07-31T03:04:27.760-07:00shit, were the walls closing in on him? his eyes darted side to side like those freaking tiny field mice in the middle of the night.
what the....
he strained his eyes, and even rolled backwards in his chair to verify it wasnt his sense of perception screwing with him.
he started from the ceiling and followed the straight lines down to the floor.
shit.
they really were closing in...his Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1058429529807943902003-07-17T01:12:00.000-07:002003-07-17T01:12:09.840-07:00primitive penguins play poker
while wily wombats wage war/craftPaulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1057918059045589832003-07-11T03:07:00.000-07:002003-07-13T20:16:28.033-07:00the pen touched lightly on the scrap of paper that he had found beneath his copy of rolling stone. he looked out the window as he sat on his wobbly stool that he had stolen or borrowed from the lady down the hall.
he tapped his pen first on his desk then his lips as he concentrated intently on concocting an image that would inspire him...
he looked back out the window and reflected on the Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1055192462197997772003-06-09T14:01:00.000-07:002003-06-09T14:01:02.240-07:00i dont understand why it is that i cant write anymore. is it complacency? i cant even count how many times i have started an entry and then just decided to delete it completely because it isnt what i want.
all genius requires a little madness, and i feel as if ive lost that madness. while that may sound good, maybe its not so much complacency as it is despair. with this upcoming year...its hard Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1054002345809623712003-05-26T19:25:00.000-07:002003-05-26T19:25:45.506-07:00***: i date all this eurotrash
***: that thinks having sex
***: is like doing coke
***: no fucking big deal
sounds almost straight out of a novel.Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1053559556856984302003-05-21T16:25:00.000-07:002003-05-21T16:25:57.353-07:00smarterchild owned me
Romper145: who do you like?
SmarterChild: I like lots of people. Especially Kevin Spacey, Will Smith, BeBe...
Romper145: who is bebe?
SmarterChild: She is a famous designer!
duh...Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1053559089697961322003-05-21T16:18:00.000-07:002003-05-21T16:18:46.110-07:00one reason why smarterchild is dumb as a rock
Romper145: what kind of music do you like?
SmarterChild: I like lots of music. Especially Incubus, Radiohead, Good Charlotte...
Romper145: good charlotte sucks
SmarterChild: No way!
STOP LISTENING TO GOOD CHARLOTTE PEOPLE
geez.Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1053507475727543402003-05-21T01:57:00.000-07:002003-05-21T01:57:55.386-07:00many of you know of my penchant for sinatra...some of you may know that i actually enjoy occasional conversations with smarterchild...
imagine my surprise when...
Romper145: lalala
SmarterChild: Fly me to the moon, da da dee doo bee doo bee doo...
yes i know da da dee doo bee isnt part of the song...but at least he got the first part right.
Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1053158283532908222003-05-17T00:58:00.000-07:002003-05-17T00:58:03.563-07:00so im back...home that is and i find it amazing how the dynamics of my life change so dramatically once im home. we all know that the past decade or so of our lives have been a blur, but every single time i come back home...it seems as if nothing has changed.
i sit in my room, and i cant help but to be reminded of my high school days. every single damn thing that i did in high school comes Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1052005804871842642003-05-03T16:50:00.000-07:002003-05-03T16:50:04.883-07:00somewhat innane i know...but i couldnt help but to blog this
b1i8n2k 1113: i found a radio
Romper145: yeah?
Romper145: righteous
b1i8n2k 1113: we need 8 D batteries
Romper145: box distro for the 5th might be moved
Romper145: mary hasnt received a shipment of boxes yet
b1i8n2k 1113: how many customers do we have?
Romper145: **** (confidential information sorry)
b1i8n2k 1113: hi
b1i8n2k 1113: thatPaulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051401991701422322003-04-26T17:06:00.000-07:002003-04-26T20:08:18.600-07:00i was in the bookstore the other day and couldnt help but to notice the latest issue of maxim. well...gina decided to peruse through it and i realized that yep the content of maxim still hasn't changed since its first publication...what was it...five or six years ago?
now i understand that in our country today we still have prepubescent thirteen year olds who love to whack it to pictures of thatPaulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170834645894192003-04-24T00:53:00.001-07:002003-04-24T00:53:54.400-07:00another favorite
he squinted...the rays of sunlight pierced into his eyes as he felt both pain and pleasure. he covered his face with his left hand, a cigarette in the right and opened his eyes as wide as possible to burn off what was left of his retina. a week before he swore that he saw an image in the sky...a girl...perfect in every regard. he stared up into the heavens until his eyes began Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170821684511092003-04-24T00:53:00.000-07:002003-04-24T00:53:41.473-07:002/3/02
the girl shrieked in excitement, and headed closer and closer.
one arm bent to her ear holding a phone, the other outstretched towards him. the raccoon could do nothing but scurry along
and blink.
Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170709263020812003-04-24T00:51:00.000-07:002003-04-24T00:51:49.020-07:002/1/02
i would do anything to be closer. to just be there. as a helping hand. as a reassurance.
but alas
i
remain
and that
shall be
my
pain.
Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170642529292322003-04-24T00:50:00.001-07:002003-04-24T00:50:42.293-07:001/26/02
slender fingers straddling the stem of an opaque goblet she sips her blood red wine allowing it to glaze over her lips. he was mesmerized and walked over relinquishing his body to her. she allowed her raven hair to cover an eye, and used her unobscured emerald gem to further entice him. he lifted her by the hips and her velvet gown bunched up where he held her. she exposed her neck to Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170632693816022003-04-24T00:50:00.000-07:002003-04-24T00:50:32.463-07:001/5/02
he sported diesel shoes,
a tag watch,
a belt from gucci,
jeans from versace,
a linen shirt from jean paul gaultier,
glasses from dolce and gabbana,
socks from hermes;
and he pays for it with the plastic
from his louis vuitton wallet.
1/7/02
the eucalyptus tree swung to the left as the uncanny gusts of wind threatened to pull it up from its roots.
the koala could do nothing but Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170363803885082003-04-24T00:46:00.000-07:002003-04-24T00:46:03.580-07:00windy cobbled streets of civilization
leading to nothing
but everything
a broken weed
a ladybug
and you.
December 1, 2001 Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170340746283532003-04-24T00:45:00.000-07:002003-04-24T00:45:40.530-07:00one my favorites from: 11/27/01
he had missed a spot. she could see on the side of his face, by his jaw a single hair that his mach 3 must have passed over. he had such a strong demeanor, not the most beautiful of faces, but waking to it would be pleasant. she scanned his face some more and took in the indents on his face....far from flawless...true, but still. was he still talking? sometimes hePaulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170250185194432003-04-24T00:44:00.000-07:002003-04-24T00:44:09.983-07:00posts from back in the day: 11/19/01
he watered them. not with the usual bitter metallic water from the tap, but instead a solution that was eighty five percent water and fifteen percent brine shrimp. there were two of them in the terrarium. both made of five toothpicks each. like a happy stick figure couple. twice a day, once at nine in the morning, and then again at six in the evening he Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170222923398292003-04-24T00:43:00.000-07:002003-04-24T00:43:42.713-07:00posts from back in the day: 11/14/2001
she had seduced him. images of the previous night ran through his head like an old science reel on overdrive...what was it that got him? she was beautiful, that couldn't be denied, but it wasn't that. it was her aura. her jet black hair found its accomplice to crime in the midnight onyx dress that she wore...scratch that. the dress floated on her pale Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1051170087521751212003-04-24T00:41:00.000-07:002003-04-24T00:43:01.066-07:00posts from back in the day: 11/12/2001
he opened the drawer with such force that it nearly fell off its rollers onto the bathroom floor. "goddamn it" he muttered under his morning breath. he rummaged through the usual crap: nails, q-tips, pieces of scratch paper, matches, and...what the hell...a piece of moldy bread. he threw the starchy ecosystem into the bathroom wastebasket to mingle with Paulnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304955.post-1050921111903371242003-04-21T03:31:00.000-07:002003-04-21T03:31:45.293-07:00I'M BACK
Dear Faithful Reader,
I apologize for the abscence...well over a year now. I promised a new design that would blow you away, but unfortunantly that isn't about to happen.
Here you can expect to see more of the nonsensical stories, and theories of the old site, but this time there will be an emphasis on culture.
Culture meaning to include: music, movies, society, technology, and of Paulnoreply@blogger.com