The death of the american dream.

[kenny]

It’s that feeling that you get when you hear the gunshot that breaks the silence of the quiescent night. The very moment that you realize you are destined to be alone, and while you have friends - there is no one that you can talk to, and nothing will erase the past. All you have is today and tomorrow. You ask yourself if something can really die if it never existed, but before you can answer you lay back on the pillow – staring up at the light. The light fades, your vision blurs and you mind drifts – the rest is up to fate now.

I am back to my old habits; the last few nights have provided no sleep. I sat on the stoop till 5AM; and it’s hard to be productive when your resources are very limited. I am looking forward the 10 year anniversary party. 10 years of fucking up, 10 years of stories and events that would put anything Hollywood can conger up to shame. 10 years of friends and experiences that have shaped the world in which I live. The party will be a night to drink and celebrate as friends come out from Portland, Seattle and Denver. So I hope that all of you can make it down as we celebrate 10 years of photographs, video, stupidity, court battles, making the news and general debauchery with music and drink!

Since I am far too exhausted to do anything super entertaining, I shall share some shit that entertains me.

The University of Utah has discovered that is has been hacked, so if you are/were staff, faculty or a graduate student someone may have your info, but don’t worry this only applies if you were there between 1970 and 2003. Nice gap, ass hats.

Do to my line of work, my number changes every few months. Well a Judge tried to reach me at an old telephone number that he had.
“Hello.”
“Is Kenny there?”
“Kenny who?”
“Kenny Sutton.”
That was all the Judge had to say to get the crackhead on the other end to freak out. So what does this guy do, he calls a local Judge back every night, in the wee hours of the morning to inform him that he is Kenny Sutton, and that he (the Judge) is a punk ass bitch. It goes down hill from here...

Last but not least, when you monitor website log files you can tell what terms people used on search engines to find your site. Gil and I were going through these the other night and here is a short list of some of the funniest terms that people used in their search strings to find hektik: beat up, stick figure sex, underwear, dank nug, ashlee simpson birthday(um ok), harlequin babies, urinating blood, nigger stole my bike, cum stinks after fucking, items inserted into penis, hot pregnant chicks, used tampon, nigger chicken, a pic on tupac being spotted when hes suppossed to be dead, dell shanze(heh, fuck this bitch), does this rag smell like chloroform, hairy crack, lori hacking(we’re going to hell), michael jackson glove evidence(still funny, read the comments), mexsican girls porn, micheal jacksons new song i didnt malester no kids now baby, young boys ass, cory feildman, daniel carver phone #, gay george bush pic's with saddam hussein, gross aborted baby head, hope woodside naked, how to tell someone is stupid, i am urinating blood, jesus christ made seattle, mary tyler spamming whore, , baby eye tear channel duct masage, drool my cum, florida legal tint limits, my girlfriend wants me to fuck a guy, oozing panties, stupid things bought on ebay, tampon crafts, tubgirl little mermaid subliminal messages, unsatisfied with life, urinal stories, whitie jokes, why does cum smell, bitch getting fucked till they cum blood(wow), and last but not least, the one that made me laugh out loud – “grifter wife defcon” Fucking classic, when nerds search the internet desperately to find a beautiful girl, you should be proud.

I am off, to fill my belly with rum by the fire and work on an article for a local rag, that's right - my writting shall appear in print. God help you all.

[OblivionJake]

Smoke on. Right there with you.

[Katie]

I hate that feeling of silent, alone, darkness. There is really nothing quite like it.

[kenny]

Originally posted by Katie
I hate that feeling of silent, alone, darkness. There is really nothing quite like it.

But a smile, also with no sound has the ability to break the silence, give a feeling of companionship and bring a glow to the darkness that surrounds us. Which I am guessing is why I really like to hang out with people like you. We were talking about a girl we both know the other day and you mentioned how that when she enters a room, she brings a wave of happiness with her. So do you, if you could step outside of yourself and see what your smiles and good nature do to others around you – you would see it as well. That is why I have told you, and I will tell the whole world now, you are wonderful. I am thankful that I have taken the time to get to know you better; you make this world an exceptional place with your free-willed spirit.

There is a reason why so many love you, and I guarantee it not because you bring them pain, but rather happiness. Even if you were to fly away tomorrow, just the mere thought of the joy you have given my sad soul would force my lips to curl and my cheeks to hurt. Thanks for being a friend, thanks for being you and thanks for the smiles. Once again - You are wonderful!

[Katie]

Aww you make me blush! I love you Kenny. You know you can always call me if you need a listening ear. I appreciate your friendship and if there is ever anything I can do to make your world a bit brighter, let me know!

[influx]

Who would ever want to see Hope Woodside naked?