indigoe
- user since
- Wed Mar 17 2004 at 01:28:22 (4.7 years ago )
- last seen
- Sat Mar 8 2008 at 16:26:07 (8.4 months ago )
- number of write-ups
- 13 - View indigoe's writeups (feed)
- level / experience
- 0 (Initiate) / 435
- C!s spent
- 1
- mission drive within everything
- Currently? How about noding again?
- specialties
- clumsy portraiture, literary uppercuts, New York.
- school/company
- the FCHBLTFS, and, um...
- motto
- Wait for Baby, you sons-a-bitches!!
- most recent writeup
- Looking for America
"Reality" is the only word in the language that should always be used in quotes.
If I were half the woman I used to be, I'd have kicked your ass and played bass licks on your grave by now...
the fantastic Jurph was kind enough to grace me with Gmail. ...goin' and makin' me miss you more than i already do... you jerk. .....i...heart...noders.....
Objective: Find myself in a room with doyle, IWhoSawTheFace, and JohnnyGoodyear. Spectate ensuing wackiness. NOTE: i am not this mofo. nor am i this mofo. as a matter of fact, they're goin' down. in a STEEEEEEEL CAAAAAGEMATCH, baby.
want a piece of my ekw?
rockin' the casbah pylon: heh, the Catholic Church has a much funnier look at it's ministers. Once ordained, you're always ordained. Even if you flip off the Pope, piss on the altar, and marry three hookers in Utah. =)
Maylith: I once *told* a spider to scram, and it did. It was a bit eerie.
and am i the only one who stumbles across RTFM and immediately thinks yeah, i didn't think so. Tralala PIE |
User Bookmarks:
- Basquiat
- Don't panic
- one-way rivalry (idea)
- We do more after 2am than most people do all day.
- I look better when I am wet
- Jim Carroll
- Random Acts of Purple
- Auto-da-fé
- Ecdysis
- Hermetic
- Face it, we're all a bunch of perverts
- Deus Sex Machina
- Jeff, with Glasses
- Dancing With Myself
- soul aikido (idea)
- Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, William Shatner
- Words of Advice for Young People
- I have to fight the urge to become a superhero
- Quis custodiet ipsos custodes
- The Midnight Server Shuffle & Colo Club
- How to listen to the stories that cats tell us
- I pity a man with no scars
- Talking like a pirate is fun but annoys people
- The good guys and the bad guys were on the back of the boat and I swear I only turned my back for a MINUTE but when I came back, they'd killed Mozart.
- Daily Evil - Monday, October 23rd
- Star Trek Mishaps
- Coffee is not about caffeine
- If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek
- Swearword Combos
- On not being a writer in Prague
- Can a Nigga Get a Table Dance?
- You're dripping liquid sex into my Cherry Coke
- angel
- Sometimes it takes a good fuck to remember it's kisses you're missing
- Come and dance with me in the rain
- Using a Jedi Mind Trick on State Troopers
- Lightning Crashes (person)
- We need to keep fucking till we're all the same color
- Long after bedtime I will wake up and sit crosslegged watching you. It is your fault for having your face.
- Congress considers 7-day waiting period on freeze-dried assault monkeys (idea)
- For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.
- How to begin poetry
- When night taught you to let light talk
- Strange in the American midwest
- There's no reason to leave this poem alone
- I wrote you a letter on the bus back from the city, but that's a different kind of weary
- Things to do, if you are hard-core
- Jesus at McDonald's
- Josh Dodes Band
- In the real world, it is almost always women and not men who are waiting under windows
- Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, and Their Forbidden Love
- You don't know what you're missing without me
- Downsizing The American Dream
- He put a hand on each of our shoulders; it's a wonder he wasn't electrocuted.
- I like train stations and supermarkets
- My heart is a still and my blood is whiskey. Take a shot of me beneath the moon.
- Do you mind if I crash on yr stained glass couch for, like, ever?
- etouffee
- My fingers flow over a keyboard, but words jumble at my teeth (idea)
- I want to be a sherpa when I grow up
- Sausages are vegetables and other anecdotes about vegetarian diet
- Paint thinner, diarrhoea and the clear light
- The greatest line spoken by Keanu Reeves
- Fucking (place)
- After all, who looks at the sky anymore?
- April 9, 2002 (thing)
- The Dangers of Dating Smokers
- Damn! Is that ramen in my trousers?
- Hello broken thing, may I sketch your smash pattern? (idea)
- Desine fata deum flecti sperare precando
- Riding Esperanza
- You sleep with someone for a couple of years, you get to know them by feel
- If she didn't love you she would kill you
- I don't care. I like who I am because of it.
- Blink, and I will fade away like the mist on the beautiful morning of your birth
- Jack Kerouac character reference key
- Now is the time when I start: Drink
- 3:24 AM and drinking alone
- Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
- And as he sang the world began to fall apart
- Get off me Daddy, you're crushin' my cigarettes!
- How did I get here, Sarah? (place)
- France, she said (place)
- The Everything Poem
- We don't talk about those sorts of things
- I used to sing real good
- Making Rage Against The Machine Guitar noises with your mouth is the best form of political protest
- If we were all part of one big television show, seriously, you'd be a poorly written character
- Walking Man, An Annotated Index
- How the heart really works (thing)
- The truth is visible through the cracks in broken people
- Simple butternut Thai deluxo
- Bar 81
- Five Scenes From A Lost Meteorology
- psycheknot
- June 4, 2004 (idea)
- Noun: a rustling, especially of a woman's skirts (idea)
- It's not the story you tell, it's the words you write
- Let freedom reign
- i keep my poetic license right next to my concealed weapons permit.
- bar fly (person)
- The more I learn about photography the less I want to know
- August 24, 2004 (idea)
- indigoe
- The quiet tears of a concrete angel
- The future of the Star Trek franchise (idea)
- A Whiter Shade of Pale (person)
- The Bard's Tale (thing)
- forget science, it's 2am and we are light-years from the sun
- A Fifth Avenue Christmas (person)
- I wrote you a letter on the bus back from the city, but that's a different kind of weary (place)
- I've lost my memory but I have ink, so.
- oh, aren't we tough in the morning