tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67039749492814687362012-01-31T09:41:11.219-05:00i do so hate my life but, jesus, do i love living it....Tophie Palmernoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703974949281468736.post-51712865768191759592007-05-11T18:58:00.000-05:002007-05-11T20:12:16.089-05:00

From an email describing myself to a friend; similarly should give you fine folk a slightly better idea who/how I am.As for now I do still call myself a poet-journalist: I want to capture everything, as best i can, but perhaps more importantly in so pursuing I want to pass indiscriminantly from the fantastical & poetic to the hard & real. I take a lot of this indirectly from Hunter S. Thompson &

Tophie Palmernoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703974949281468736.post-20217827827311691772007-04-14T14:11:00.000-05:002007-05-11T19:38:27.532-05:00

So I was having my bedtime cigarettes after chatting it up with Mani about god only knows what anymore; i was leaning my head against one of those "emergency call" boxes they strap to the bottom of some lamposts and I was staring straight into one of those ads for Heroes they put on the side of phone boths: "It's time to save the world" it said, "04.23.07." Jeez, that's not too far away is it, I

Tophie Palmernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703974949281468736.post-58682910501071334512007-04-10T00:30:00.000-05:002007-04-10T01:07:44.680-05:00

That was a good cigarette, two in fact. That was a good...conversation, I suppose is the best language here to use. That was a good day, by the end, in the whole of it. I'm glad...that it all happened. I'm glad for the near breaking down, the further breaking down, the recentering, the realizatin--an of course the conversations, and that one, in particular, that brings me here again. To this

Tophie Palmernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703974949281468736.post-22346365193272287432007-04-09T18:12:00.000-05:002007-04-14T16:22:47.604-05:00

So Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Plato (Sox), and ConWest ganged up on me today and ahd their way with my prone, suggestible form. They've been doing that a lot recently. A fucking lot.What with that ever trite 'gloom & doom' shit people are always seeing--no, people, just because things look like they're changing neither means the world is ending or going to hell nor, more importantly, is anything

Tophie Palmernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703974949281468736.post-51802878076973297702007-04-09T13:09:00.000-05:002007-04-09T18:43:20.982-05:00

I wrote this earlier, before Latin; I'm not posting it at 7:42 unchanged as really the only person slighted is my own ignorant self. And Lord knows I do that plenty with my every act of living.ConWest can really get me down, y'know? All 'gloom & doom' (never, interestingly, did I expect I'd find prudent use for that cliche; just goes to show you can never know...) But now, with the baneful

Tophie Palmernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703974949281468736.post-7029167981091456982007-04-09T08:24:00.000-05:002007-04-09T13:09:48.182-05:00

I had wanted to follow that other post up with something...meaty. What follows is a meager approximation, I think, though I'm sure even approximations deserve some credit, eh? (I was writing it around 8:24, the timestamp of this post, and hadn't slept at all--and I still haven't.)(Brief mental note: I can actually bold and italicize with just hotkeys in this editor--even while using Firefox!? ...

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I stole my blog's name from some Washington Post thing....* It means:Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.Oh yeah, I think kinda highly of myself. Ever since my good ole xanga.I've been thinking though about switching to a service that allows anyone and everyone to comment; doesn't blogger do something like that? Even so far as annonymous comments? We'll just have to see, obv.In the meantime I must

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