frisbies and brown people
by paulo on March 26, 2008
i forget the occasion, and there may not have even really been one.. but one of my favorite memories is of playing volleyball at red river outdoors in the red river gorge. actually, it only started with volleyball.. bourbon volleyball, (…)
ok, i believe you
by paulo on March 10, 2008
alright.. for whatever reason beetlejuice has been on a lot lately. now, i can’t really watch it because.. well.. yeah, it scares me. always has. the sandworms, the elongated faces, the creeping, crawling sculptures.. it was too much. tim burton (…)
crossed by california
by paulo on March 5, 2008
a week or so ago, i was noticing and commenting on the conflicting souls i feel fighting for control of my personality. reading it now, it burns a little more than mildly. putting words to action can be so difficult, (…)
before i knew it..
by paulo on March 5, 2008
i was on the road and heading to asheville, north carolina. it was friday afternoon and i was looking at another weekend of babying my finger, which still felt tweaked after six (or was it eight?) weeks of rest. but (…)
the unfinished classics of..
by paulo on February 29, 2008
i love to write.. i really do. my problem is, though, that i rarely complete what i start writing. tonight, i went and fished out my paper journals from the back of my car. if you’ve seen my car, you (…)