towers.

to be read as an internal monologue from the perspective of an escape artist. an escape artist listening to the knife - like a pen.

...

the (great) war, the scorched earth, the defeat, the exile (al nakba), the reparation, the return, the reckoning (the wrecking), the realization, the vengeance, the reconciliation, the deliverance, the accession (the escape), the entrenchment (the abandonment), the reflection (the peace of the ignorant), the restitution (the peace of the brave), the disillusionment, the retribution...

i am surrounded on all sides! ive rebuilt and my tower now stands but one phase from surpassing the towers of eras past...

but these foundations are still weak. i am still surrounded. the angry masses are pouring in, baying for my blood.

one sits apart. ive seen them before. a friend? not a friend? then who?

eye on the crowd! finish this tower! FINISH THIS TOWER! surpass the past! SUPRPASS! the plans are ready! BUILD IT!

but these foundations are so weathered. they are too weak! the completion is too dangerous! will it stand (above the others)? or will it collapse (on the heads of the masses, whilst i escape)?

i am uncertain. i am staying in this (sinking?) ship. i am on the top floor of this skyscraper, contemplating how to build the pinnacle while staring across the sea of rubble that surrounds it.

i can see the bombed out skeletons of towers past.

i can see the uncertain foundations. i can see the pinnacle crushing the structure under its weight. i can see a sea of coffins amidst the rubble...

but i can feel victory... i wonder...

...

this blog is the result of playing an intense game of simtower. go fuck yourself.

nova circle diapora... clay, bashir -> malaysia. paul hiatt -> ireland, europe. andre, bren -> russia, siberia, mongolia, china.

me... cville -> dc -> cville -> ny -> cville -> la (tomorrow) -> cville -> rva -> cville.

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-> tower (collapsed/surpassing).

friend or foe? neither or i dont know, but a weakness in the foundations indeed. (hit and retreat) an ally for weeks, now a fading passerby. thank you for friendship in times of blood and war. thank you and goodbye.

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sandstorm.

dude i just read the best blog ever.

http://naysaninafghanistan.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-in-kabul.html

(its my cousin in afghanistan.)

ok sooo i think were having a libby+ashkan+samwilson birthday bash + going away party for andre and brendans trans siberian trip. the date is tentatively friday, july 28. can everyone come then? let me knowww!

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philly.

so i went to philly on july 4th. when i woke up july 5th i found these.

theres more pictures from philly on reinas blog... zing!

yeh so im not sure what to think. im honestly a little worried... do you think i should tell sam? what if he moves out? what if he should move out? maybe hes not safe... i hope hes going to be ok living with me this whole year...

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zionists.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060625/wl_nm/mideast_dc_31

(im adding this as an edit later... i think all the links and pictures for this blog are broken so yeh... it used to make more sense.)

lets see how the israelis retaliate. they prefer to drop bombs from the sky with full knowledge that the cost of their cowardice is innocent civilians. (some women and children, sometimes whole families.)

(picture)

the attack was carried out by islamists... as far as im concerned, islamists are just as bad as zionists, two sides of the same coin... a fucked up ideology whos final answer (in the absence of reason) is always god and guns.

"To force a man to drop his own mind and to accept your will as a substitute, with a gun in place of a syllogism, with terror in place of proof and death as the final argument--is to attempt to exist in defiance of reality." -aimee and rand

but in this particular case the islamists have definetly won a (tiny) bit of my respect. (i cant believe i just said that.) it certainly wouldve been easier bomb civilians and murder innocents, but instead they tunneled to an army post and faced armed israelis.

now thats how you wage noble guerilla warfare. (im sure theyll be back to suicide bombing soon enough.)

and for the little kids that walked palestinian beaches for the first time when the israelis withdrew... hats off.

rot in hell you zionist fucks.

(picture)

you kids keep throwin those rocks and defending your homes.

dude that guy with the white belt and nice jeans? clearly the most fashionable fatah fighter ever. <333

oh and hey remember that cat i made friends with at beach week? heresss MIKEY!

oh and i added some the knife songs on my profile music selection. go get! yeh so sweet party on saturday. thanks for coming and inaugurating my bar. im still hung over, but the tavern pancakes/bacon/cbh/fries/sausage is definetly helping...

...helping me poop a lot.

so im adding this later because im probably going insane. im fair to moderately certain its the apocalypse. its been raining for days. all the street lights are flickering orange. me and sam are talking in the dimly lit living room and there are beer cans and empty liquor bottles everywhere.

i tell him about the dream i recently had where the government knew i was a threat and came for me. they took me to some lavish conference room with cameras everywhere and locked me in. the king of jordan wanted to talk to me but in the meantime some gaurd came in and said i could talk to adrienne. i asked him honestly if i was going to survive and he said no. the plan was to kill me afterwards. i put out a distress signal with adrienne covering the cameras and within minutes the ghosts started shooting the place up and i managed to escape. it was wierd.

back to the living room... so for a couple minutes i couldnt see through the rain all over the windows. it got really quiet and there was only that orange glow... and me and sam... i was sure they were coming.

sam walks out to go get his laundry and returns with a clear sense of urgency. he motions for me to keep quiet and come outside. i get up and walk with him. this is it. the moment where i fulfill my destiny and start my eternal battle with the government...

sam stops and ducks behind a car and points...

...

...theres a gang of about 4 or 5 street cats hanging out. i desperately want to make friends with them. by the time i move out of this house i will be friends with them.

its totally the apocalypse.

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zonk.

wooooooooooo! that was an intense couple weeks...

so i went to myrtle beach for uva beach week and got my groove on a whole lot. theres pictures floating around on facebook i think... yeh it still blows my mind that the entire graduating class takes over a mile long strip of myrtle beach. it kind of looks like some sort of mtv spring break thing... we stayed in a fucking sweet apartment overlooking the beach and pool and hot tub and like a block from all the delicious resturants and stuff. the whole group of friends we went with was about 30 people, (6 cars!) but we were split up into two apartments and us high rollers who didnt mind paying more were in a fucking sweetass apartment with just 10 people. (it was big.) oh and i have a kitten beach towel that i always wore as a cape and i met this stray cat named mikey that lived on the beach who reminded me a lot of lenin and he followed me everywhere... so yeh, when i walked around i wore a kitten cape and had a kitten following me around... people probably thought i was either awesome or creepy. i lean towards creepy. thats not mentioning my spongebob sunglasses. anyway yeh... heres a daily schedule.

wake up, eat a lot, go to the beach with delicious drinks, swim a lot (beach/hot tub/pool in no particular order), walk around and say hi to all the uva people, build a sand castle, eat big dinner, give leftovers to mikey, defend sand castle from waves, shower, drink a lot/go to spanish galleon (hip dance club filled with uva)/drink a lot, dance my face off, return home and smoke a lot on the porch, sleep, repeat.

i actually got pretty sad (and really wasted) on the last night... it sorta hit me that my whole class was graduating... (paul hiatt? good riddance.) yeh but seriously folks... i love you. i suppose pretty much everyone will still be in cville... and the majority of my 06 friends are living with me anyway... (oh man... me/sam/libby/adrienne=best house ever!) but yeh... still... i want to see them around campus! and like... all the acquainances will pretty much disappear... sigh...

but yeh the car ride up from beach week i had the wierdest catharsis via music ever and thought about how i was excited for the new houses in cville and nova and graduating myself in a semester and stuff and kinda got all nostalgically happy cuz my life is pretty much always fun, so i can either be constantly miserable cuz every awesome moment gone is like... gone or whatever... but if i just think about the up and coming i get all giddy again. its been like that for awhile... damn son. im going to be furious when i die.

in case youre interested in my musical sob story... (mgmt - kids, saves the day - firefly/banned from the back porch, damien marley - welcome to jamrock, interpol - evil/take you on a cruise, death cab - information travels faster...) yeh. and check out the legion of doom - devil in a blue dress/at a funeral for a friend... its pretty awesome.

ok yeh so then came graduation. in just on 24 hour period, i went from myrtle to grad parties at uva (in cville) to grad party in nova to graduation at uva and back to nova. travelling up and down the east coast for celebrations abound? real good.

for now my summer has finally calmed down a little and im back in nova til june 10th when classes start and i move... im hanging out at my new house and playing a shitload of tennis. (andre still cant beat me... ha! faggot.)

ok so im picking furniture and shittt which was actually the purpose of this blog but i got sidetracked. get it? sidetracked?... ... ... ok i dont get it. anyway yeh! so i need help! heres the links...

heres the beds im choosing between.

bop! (this straight up looks better, but doesnt quite go with my other stuff...)

boop! (this totally matches everything and im definetly getting the dresser in the back of this picture... zonk!)

ok nowww... end tables and coffee table!

womp! and zomp! (id get them both in frosted glass... these are better quality but dont totally match the rest... though they would probably go better with the first of the two beds.)

or doink! (way cheaper and match the desk and bookshelf... bing! and ping!)

ok so yeh... help me out! which bed, and which tables? i think im leaning towards matching and cheaper... but yeh... if you have some random better recommendations, give em.

hey so if i graduate christmas, will i be 06? wahtever. congradulationonsioninsoinss 06. you suck.

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