Category Archives: Father

The Fish That Bit Off A Finger Plus This One Time My Father Died And Other Lies I Have Told

Posted on December 12, 2007 by Gabriel...

Me. December 08, 2007… Photo by Me. . “How I Could Just Kill A Man“; Cypress Hill Let me know if the YouTube’s missing… . . Lies are, mostly, ridiculous. And yet I’m pretty sure I’ve lied on multiple occasions … Continue reading →

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For A Long Time I Believed In ‘Father’ But Even The Devil Believes In God… What I’ve Never Had Is Faith

Posted on October 25, 2007 by Gabriel...

“Atheists demand evidence of God through the five senses with the caveat no one can use as proof the world or the universe or a butterfly’s wing.” Just an observation I made watching a documentary. God wants friendship God wants … Continue reading →

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Maybe It’s Not Too Late To Start Again At Twelve Because Turning Thirty When I Was Ten Was Not As Good A Life Plan As You Might Think

Posted on October 5, 2007 by Gabriel...

“I took a fresh grip on my cardboard case, turned towards the exit from the square and set off, left-right, left-right, left-right, on the road for home.” “Vet In A Spin”; James Herriot (1977), last sentence. “All I’ve ever done … Continue reading →

Posted in Bipolar, Bipolar Disease, Bipolar Disorder, Bud, crazy people with no pants, Depression, Father, Health, Lithium, Living With Depression, Living With Manic Depression, Manic Depression, Memories, Punk | 5 Comments

A Lying Maoist Revolutionary Con Artist Stole My Family And All He Left Me With Was A Crappy Bike

Posted on June 25, 2007 by Gabriel...

In a hut of mud and fire / Sits this single man — “Not to want / Money, to want a life in the world, / To want no trinkets on my name” — / And he was rich; his … Continue reading →

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