2006 November « The Things We Think but Do Not Say.

Archive for November, 2006

I hear my voice on the radio quite often, but never my name.

• November 29, 2006

Posted in Confessions | 5 Comments »

There’s a giant robot that destroys houses, and I’m in control.

• November 29, 2006

Posted in Confessions | 2 Comments »

My price was $5,000,000.

• November 29, 2006

Posted in Confessions | 1 Comment »

For those brief seconds, I was tabula rasa.

• November 21, 2006

Posted in Confessions | 2 Comments »

I make the tools of my dreams.

• November 16, 2006

Posted in Confessions | No Comments »

I was hired help for an archaeological dig in Jordan.

• November 14, 2006

Posted in Confessions | No Comments »

The truth is, I’d kill every fucking last one of you.

• November 13, 2006

Posted in Confessions | 2 Comments »

We’ve got a doozy tonight.

• November 12, 2006

Posted in Confessions | 1 Comment »

I’m really gullible, so they take advantage of it.

• November 8, 2006

Posted in Confessions | 1 Comment »

I live under a fucking bridge, for christ’s sake.

• November 6, 2006

Posted in Confessions | 2 Comments »

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The Things We Think but Do Not Say.

Archive for November, 2006

I hear my voice on the radio quite often, but never my name.

There’s a giant robot that destroys houses, and I’m in control.

My price was $5,000,000.

For those brief seconds, I was tabula rasa.

I make the tools of my dreams.

I was hired help for an archaeological dig in Jordan.

The truth is, I’d kill every fucking last one of you.

We’ve got a doozy tonight.

I’m really gullible, so they take advantage of it.

I live under a fucking bridge, for christ’s sake.

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