Dylarama's Articles
April 5, 2004 by Dylarama
I hope to soon begin a lengthy, annoying on-line argument with schadenfreude.joeuser. I challenge you, schadenfreude, to construct a perfect organization of men with me. Let us call this our Republic. By doing so, hopefully he can punch holes through his laziness, and I can put some gilded fences up around my stupid huge ego. Let’s all hope. We must set some ground rules; some basic assumptions to which we can both assent. Correct? Now...here are some of mine, let me kn...
April 3, 2004 by Dylarama
I read a blog a second ago about the theism on this site. schadenfreude.joeuser.com. Made me think. I don't think about religion as much as most people. I guess because I thought about it so much when I was younger. I know where I stand, and that's good enough for me. I have dabbled in just about every religion you can imagine -- never really practicing, but getting to know them well enough to know if they're 'for me.' Some people will call this 'Fashion Religion'. It's not. Noth...
April 3, 2004 by Dylarama
A ghost of a woman walks laps at the library as I browse for books. She wears white pants and a pastel striped sweater. I thumb through books; the paper cracks; I smell the must of the disused paper, and all the while this lady walks laps. Her face is vacant. Her eyes are magnificent in bottle cap glasses but there isn’t anything there in her stare as she looks straight ahead through wisps of crackling blonde hair. She never runs into shelves or into the pobre homeless guys who co...
April 1, 2004 by Dylarama
There are people in the world who just have it. They just have it cold. I saw a woman give speech once. She was rehearsing for a very important event. She cut lines in a black suit; beige shell revealed between the lapels of the jacket. Hair pulled back. Cheek bones were high, and there was a light dusting of makeup on her face. It pushed out those cheekbones, and softened her lips. She was nervous. I knew she wasn't very sure of herself. But she was so tall, and so beaut...
April 1, 2004 by Dylarama
We're always hatching plans. W'ere always going to get in shape, stop smoking, and keep our house clean. We are always going to move to a state without winter. We're going to do a lot of things. Next week. Next month. Everyone has a friend who constantly lives with a plan. Never gets done. I used to be one of those people. I'm not anymore. I still have plans, but I don't talk about them so much. I still have a million plans I will never do. Just don' t talk so much anymore. ...
April 1, 2004 by Dylarama
Who are these people on television? Every station has at least one fellow whose job it is to tell me what to think. They like to tell America what the 'Heartland thinks'. They don't know. They're all fat Manhattanites for all I know. They don't know what I think; don't know what America thinks. Where did they get their education? Where did they get answers? I listened to Air America's first broadcast. Liberal radio. It was terrible. I won't listen again. It was everything t...
April 1, 2004 by Dylarama
I'm scared.
April 1, 2004 by Dylarama
Never thought I'd live in Phoenix. Pictured myself someplace else; better. My girlfriend hates it here as much as I do. I just hate that I'm here; she hates that she's here, and blames herself for me being here. A place can do that, sometimes. Where would I rather be? What would I rather be doing? What do I WANT?' Maybe I'm having a quarter-life crisis. Sounds stupid, I know. Most everything I hear or say sounds stupid, though. If I moved away to Chicago, or San Francisco.....
April 1, 2004 by Dylarama
Staffing agencies: are evil. Hate them. Took drug screen today for one; begin work Monday. Tried to convince my girlfriend that staffing agencies are a step backward, but she wouldn't hear it. Said adults 'sack up'; guess that means growing up means giving up principles. Still, I did it. She also says I'm no good with change; that I can't. She said this while I was telling her that I 'sacked up' and got a job through a staffing agency. Tried to explain to her that you get less mon...