I Like Words

June 29, 2009




June 29, 2009


My Dream Car

June 29, 2009

So I’m sure someone has asked you the great question, “What’s your dream car?”  If your response is, “Whatever do you mean, I’m driving my dream car.” You’re an asshole and a braggart! (look it up)  However, if you’re like the most of us, you will name some foreign sports car or ultra plush luxury vehicle.  As for me, I am a bit strange.  Call it nostalgia or just some childhood crush, but my dream car is the Delorean.  Since I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was special.  I think at some point in my life, I WILL own one of these cars, I’ve even told my wife to prepare herself.  You can find them used on Craigslist, and buy parts to build them OR build your own at DMC.  In closing my dream car only costs $70,538.25, pretty good huh, beat that Maybach.  Now, if I could only find a flux capacitor and hoverboard.DeloreanBuild1DeloreanBuild2DeloreanBuild3


DeloreanI caught a glimpse of this little beauty lurking in a parking garage!

I Like Words

June 26, 2009

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Old Man Young Man

June 26, 2009

I had a conversation with my father the other day, and he revealed to me that as a child he always felt old.  Not in the sense of fatigue, but maturity.  He also told me he couldn’t wait to turn 40, and even more excited for his 50’s.  Wow!  However, this wasn’t as much of a shock as I thought it would be, in fact it was an epiphany of sorts.  I’ve been feeling the same exact way for quite a while.  Maybe not since I was a kid, but definately as a teenager.  In a way, I can’t wait to turn 40 either, it seems I’m an old man at heart.  That would explain my sense of fashion!

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Alife X Arkitip X Obey

June 26, 2009


Alife Presents…

June 11, 2009


June Gloom

June 10, 2009



June 9, 2009

“what version of verbage would make sense? if in a past tense you sent a hint enveloped with the development of a relative future?  could you suture what’s left? or be left gasping at the fact that your acts retract from our breath?  Or place it upon your breast?  to quest for the next step and ingest the unjust?  just to blush the face of a dying race, who race to erase the only space that cannot be replaced? and still you continue to ask? but whats your haste?”