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Friday, June 19th, 2009
10:31 am	is this (cyber)space? why are you miserable. existance and we exist to move and we do! how can this be right? if you lie? one shoulder across my chest in this chair you will saturate. become one with the dust in the air you are not miserable? at dawn every dawn I feel my heart pulse strong at dawn every dawn I torture myself with fear (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
4:41 am	I am ridiculous and have so much to learn about the world. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 19th, 2009
11:22 pm	holla? (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 27th, 2009
8:39 am	sometimes(always) my keyboardmousejoystickbutton is stuck, it is stuck now. (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 7th, 2009
11:52 am	9 to watch my paintbody explode to watch my paintblood paintstain the sand my paintsand blow mix east wind watch dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead the desert is not clean. (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 4th, 2008
9:35 pm	3H w/frequent streaks of 9B wish it was 10B for fear of charcoal I forget livejournal. more often than I remember livejournal. I was asked if I wanted to load my previous livejournal post from drafts, to which I replied "yes". This was 39 minutes ago, this post was not loaded from drafts. I watched a dog eat a cat sometime around 8:30 AM. This was 3 weeks ago, there have been no cat sightings since. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 24th, 2008
11:56 pm	you have to wait for you to grow! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 16th, 2008
3:10 am	a short (mostly) fictional (dia/mono/dia)log(ue) "What if it's watching us?" Max asked. "It's facing away from us, and I haven't seen it turn its head once. Even with birds-eye vision--" "No, no, I mean, what if it's not really a bird. Think about it- have you noticed that every intersection on this road has a red-light camera mounted a different way? They're testing. They're trying figure out which method can see the most cars." "I'm not sure how many license plates you can read from up there." "It must be a good angle. The height doesn't matter; you can see two miles away with dollar-store binoculars, these days." I looked away from the apartments across the street and thought about who they might be, and about why they would even want to read my license plate.  They must be the people who own the roads, and they must need to monitor the cars that ride on their roads.  The cars, not the people- they’re not videotaping faces.  There must be a database in their system titled The Cars Which Ride Our Roads, filled with thousands of license plate numbers.  There must be hundreds of employees to enter the data, unless, of course, they omit duplicate entries.  The database would then be titled The Cars Which Have Ridden Our Roads, with maybe fifteen employees who check the daily lists for new numbers.  They must separate this database into sub-databases for analytical purposes, something like The Cars Which Have Ridden Our Roads Rightly and The Cars Which Have Ridden Our Roads Wrongly, separating the cars which did or did not violate the roads’ regulations.  They must go further than this, something like The Cars Which Have Ridden Our Roads Wrongly Requiring Reprimand, being those whose owners will receive citations, or The Cars Which Have Ridden Our Roads Rightly Receiving Reward, to which the owners will be offered “Safe Driver” on their licenses. "How did they install it without us noticing?" I asked. "They didn’t have to.  It flew here." I wonder if I’m in one of their databases.  I ride a bicycle. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 10th, 2008
11:59 pm	"The possibility that we are living in a false vacuum has never been a cheering one to contemplate. Vacuum decay is the ultimate ecological catastrophe; in the new vacuum there are new constants of nature; after vacuum decay, not only is life as we know it impossible, so is chemistry as we know it. However, one could always draw stoic comfort from the possibility that perhaps in the course of time the new vacuum would sustain, if not life as we know it, at least some structures capable of knowing joy. This possibility has now been eliminated. The second special case ... applies if we are now living in the debris of a false vacuum ... This case presents us with less interesting physics and with fewer occasions for rhetorical excess than the preceding one." S. Coleman and F. De Luccia (1980). "Gravitational effects on and of vacuum decay". Physical Review D21: 3305. (Comment on this)
Monday, September 8th, 2008
5:10 am	strange "I have the coolest brother there is and a Best friend named Shelley. I think you are defined by who you associate with. You want to know me, you need to meet them." the difficulty is that I really want to know them, so I am franticly trying to meet those who define them, but he won't let me get any closer, and I can't help but think that I'm not the person I used to be (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008
2:29 am	Cabernet Daredevil commons haunt my days and dazed with clouds of vapor and ice cream of wheat or weat or wheat It's all the same to me. This isn't poetry, it's bullshit and you know it. wine and sulfites slow my mind and synapse filled gaps with sins and subs and BLTs at 2:00 AM spontaneity and nostalgia and friends I barely know (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 10th, 2008
10:57 pm	And to me, a good night! Wouldn't it be beautiful to have somebody you could think with instead of talk with? To transcend that intermediate process of forming your thoughts into sounds, forming the words in your throat and mouth, watching the meaning behind the sounds dissipating in the air as the molecules vibrate emptiness into the ears of your companion who never sees the lost energy and form of your thoughts? Two minds, linked in energy and synapse, a mesh of thoughts, interconnected and interacting as if thinking the word of God? There's an analogy as example, the letters, the words, the pen, the ink, the sight, the recognition, the chain of impulses, the schema, the loss? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
10:53 pm	Exercise in Dialectic LANDON: "I think I would write better on scrolls of indefinite length." LANDON: "I think you would write better if you wrote better." LANDON: "I can't argue with that." Current Mood: free (Comment on this)
10:37 pm	Fields of study I find interest in in order of recollection? No, that's not right... I don't like the phrase "in no particular oder". Every list has an order: every random has a reason. To completely randomize? It cannot be done. 1. Random Numbers (and everything.) Descending from the top of my mind? What the hell am I saying? ... 2. Epistomology 3. The science of memory and retention. 4. The root of the desire to study, to learn, to think, and the root of the desire to stop all thought. 5. Vision What does it mean to see? There's something there, which hides from me, out of my line of sight (hah!). 6. Humor? (get it?) 7. Poetry (no, I don't get it.) 9. Space. (How can we distinguish? How can we ignore anything, write it off as un-related? How can I focus my study to a finite number of fields? I'm running out of time.) 10. Geometry. Shapes. Visual art. 11. Realization of Visualization of thoughts (through any medium, particularly three-dimensional painting and music (noise)). 12. Synthesizing (sp!) of music, language, and communication. 13. The science of memorization and retention. 14. Ink and color. 15. Color and colour. 16. Paint. 17. Mad Lib, apparently. 18. Beauty in mind and body; beauty through unconventional methods in societies today. My idea of beauty. (concept) My concept of beauty is the only, true beauty. Beauty is not transient; something beautiful, rather someONE, can change forms, without ever losing the beauty it had once. 19. Time consciousness. (Phenomenoligicaly (word?)). (recent; brief, without follow-through) 20. Recording my thoughts (through any medium) at the rate they flow, or manifest themselves, I can't keep up and it makes me feel that I will always lose this battle, and nobody will ever see my true beauty. ISN'T THAT WHAT BEAUTY IS ALL ALONG? Of course, it is. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
10:29 pm	Poe and Max: Imitaded Ideas How strange is it that our ears detect not sound, but vibrations in the fluid that fills the canals which connect all beings, in one way out of five from the lives we perceive to the reality of life? Current Music: Scott Ritchie - Wake You Up (Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 11th, 2007
1:29 pm	www.purevolume.com/landongrantham (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 28th, 2006
8:45 pm	More alive than ever before. one night we lay beside each other, so close to a sweat with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky but they still try despite what they know is already true and tomorrow we'll take aim, just like a storm waiting for a calm i can feel everything coming in my chest, my heart's already pounding my head's on far-off highways, sixteen years old, on a road that never ends might drive into something that looks like a sunset, and it lasts forever, and i never look back from hoboken to l.a. from portland to gainesville from the great plains to niagara route 66 straight to california electric lights carry the night we move in 4/4 time our feet on wheels and in the sky yes we're going cause we'd die if we stayed here and those dying dreams will carry what's good, and real, and pure and the rest can burn in hell and for the four-year-old girl found dead in a dumpster shot by her mother, her eulogy, the sound of construction through head-to-head traffic today is just another day. and me and my friends are just growing into the drunks and the liars that we've always hated every shortcoming has trapped us, every mistake is now our own infinite failure so we steal every chance we get every advantage is taken when no one's looking we hide behind closed doors, and we don't stop until we are the people we've decided we should be i wanna be a shot heard round the world, fucking unstoppable this distance is not something we'll regret from here, and now, and today, and forever, and days after that till the very end Current Music: love, against me! (Comment on this)
Monday, August 7th, 2006
3:05 pm	Titusville until the 10th. (Comment on this)
12:48 am	All first person writings are autobiographical. (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 3rd, 2006
11:20 pm	My life began, today My fear of death, guides me on my way My faith in god, that never was Still doesn't breathe I need a job, to spend Money that is never mine, to buy what I don't need I'll waste it all, to alter your Reality You'll call me names and judge Based on the chemicals I take, tell me that my perceptions are fake That my pleasure is drug induced That may be Why do we fear what we don't understand? Why do we question all that we can't see? Why do we seperate heaven from hell? Why can't I accept that you're the same as me? Just like you I do what makes me feel alive Evicts that lonely bleeding heart we all share inside That desire to destroy emotions, stop going through Your daily motions and end all your fucking commotion And just love and live and love your life Why do we fear what we don't understand? Why do we question all that we can't see? Why do we seperate heaven from hell? Why can't I accept that you're the same as me? Why do we fear what we don't understand? Why do we question all that we can't see? Why do we seperate heaven from hell? Why can't I accept that you're the same as me? (Comment on this)