31 March 2005

I was hungry and you held the end of my spoon

great lyrics from a great song:

mothers and children
all around on a monday morning
the air is cool and clear
i am too alone to be part of this suburban scene
i am just an observer here
sitting here thinking, "is this my inheritance?"
this dusty Gypsy atmosphere
this dust i'm breathing in is someone else's skin not mine
i grew up far from here.
~Jason Harrod

tonight i sifted through some pages, some guinness and some tunes. all in accordance to what i thought was best. lately i have been poked by my provoking life.

oh- i'm sorry, let me introduce myself. bill. there... no i don't suppose that will do at all, will it? William James McKinstry IV, 24, male, 5'8"ish, filled with a laugh that was stolen from the devil. oh- and add my insatiable appetite for vengeance. and unkempt hair atop an ageless face.

moving on...

this is the beginning. i suppose
much will be typed here- every so often. and don't bother looking for any capitalized letters- they will be too far and few between. it seems that you just can't buy a decent keyboard anymore.

about me

  • i'm billiam
  • from prague, Czechia
  • where capital letters have been executed! let's see... i really dislike sunny days. i love precipitation of all kinds. snow is my favorite. i wish that it could be no more than fifty degrees fahrenheit, and clouds covering the sky. i enjoy friends and beer- in that order. i dislike wearing shirts. my random thoughts and unanswerable questions keep me up at night. when i sleep i have dreams; long epic dreams. i believe that it is important to be fit in mental, physical, and emotional capacities. any food worth eating should be as organic as possible, without additives that have letters p, k, x, c, h in close proximity without vowels. save a cow- eat a vegetarian.
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