Justin D. Covey

sparks1

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 12:16:58 -0700

skullbackborder

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 01:32:28 -0800

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Thu, 11 Oct 2007 18:17:07 -0700

Self

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 13:06:55 -0700

A Cellphone Says A Million Words

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 02:40:14 -0700

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 02:14:47 -0700

maybe a little too HXC

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 02:12:28 -0700

Dream Theory

Thu, 08 Jan 2009 18:35:36 -0800

Halo 3 and METAL!!

Wed, 26 Nov 2008 04:20:37 -0800

Insomnia Inducing Dreams and 393 STI

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 23:37:23 -0800

Stupid Crap Christians Buy . . .

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 04:49:23 -0800

"To Interpret and Study is to Interpret Oneself"

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 20:58:38 -0700

Ah, the cold air on my face, my arms wrapped around my body, and metal flowing through my ears

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 14:26:29 -0700

"7 Reasons Why Barack Obama is Not a Christian"

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 22:39:53 -0700

"7 Reasons Why Barack Obama is Not a Christian"

Wed, 29 Oct 2008 22:39:53 -0700

Things I've been doing instead of writing

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 03:10:22 -0700

Watching zombie movies, reading zombie novels, reading Rising Stars, not reading Island, watching Heroes, watching Supernatural, watching Chuck and Pushing Daisies, playing Table Tennis on-line and getting my butt kicked by what seems to be the whole of Europe, beating up jr high kids on Halo 3, getting it handed back to me my people who seem to live in the Halo world, listening to Danielson and GODS, Blind Guardian and Nightwish (who's concert I just missed) and other various power/symphoonic metal bands, visiting the same half-priced books store hoping to see something different, finally buying American Splendor and not finishing it, being awesome, filling out application after application and falling into a pit of darkness and dispair, listening to more Danielson to lighten the mood, takiing long walks at night and remembering the good ol' days, playing Jenga and Skip Bo, watching movies on YouTube, watching movie trailers on the xbox, playing more Tabble Tennis on Xbox Live, losing again, Oblivion, reading everyone's blogs, wondering who's reading mine besides Brad and Devin, making A Hobo Feed French Bread To Pigeons available on-line, listening to The Legion of Doom, humming the Invader Zim theme song while brushing my teeth, singing Iron Maiden while at the laundry mat and avoiding odd stares, taking apart my vacuum to find out whats wrong with it, putting my vacuum back together without solving the problem, watching Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, making a list in my head of things I've been doing instead of writing to put in a blog about absolutely nothing.

If the World Is Ending I'm Throwing the Party

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 04:54:14 -0800

I had a dream last night about the end of the world and Nixon was the president. There was a large group of people in a building, some looked like refugees and the others seemed to be government officials of different varieties. In an taped off area off to the side of everyone was Nixon as president of the United States and several scientists and advisers surrounding a computer with a counter slowly counting down to the end of the world but no one knew exactly how or why the world would be ending. There were several theories by some of the characters in the dream that included something wrong with the planet and it may somehow explode, aliens coming down from the skies and killing everyone, or maybe it would all just stop. When the counter started counting down from thirty seconds Nixon tried desperately to stop the counter on his own despite all his scientists and military personnel haven't been able to do anything for however long they've had the information. When the computer screen finally reached 00:00 the lights went out for a few seconds and then I guess some sort of emergency lighting came on. This is the part of the dream where I was actually me. I was in some sort of large building with a few people I knew but didn't really know very well and this large crowd of people I was in was ushered from the building across a lot to another building where I guess we were supposed to wait. Myself and the few people I knew made our way to the secondary building and upon entering it I woke up. The dream wasn't especially frightening but when I awoke I had this feeling of impending doom that kept me up for the next few minutes laying in bed, unmoving. I had a few other odd little dreams between then and when I finally got up for the morning during the small pockets of sleep I got between waking up thinking abut that first dream but none of them had the same affect on me as that first one did.

Just Another One of Those Days

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 21:03:42 -0700

Some Poems I Wrote At Starbucks

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 15:53:38 -0700

Caffeine High

We live in a Starbucks world
where kids can nurse
their ever-growing
caffeine addiction
with a iced triple grande
five pump soy
with extra whip
Mocha beverage
making their short lives
even shorter
by speeding through the day
on a caffeine high.

One More Cup

Just one more cup
then back to work I'll go
but no sooner.
I'll wait until the last drop
of that hot coffee with just the right amount
of sugar and cream
rolls down to the back of my tongue
and down my throat to join
the rest of the coffee of the day
and only then will I make my way
back to the office
to dream of tomorrow's
special brew.

Trash Day

Every day is trash day
when millions of Americans
toss aside
their day's waste
in overflowing metal cans
outside the shops
and food chains.
Empty cups and half-eaten bagels
line the sidewalks
because there never
seems to be
enough time
to walk an extra four feet
and drop off
their extra waste
into the proper receptacle.

MY Table

This is MY table.
I laid down my
notebook before
I went to order my drink
so I have the right
to prop my leg up
on the adjacent chair
as I relax
and unwind
with a cigarette
before I have to haul
myself back to
cleaning tables
and washing dishes
all night long.

Lost Planet of the Gods

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:50:08 -0700

Yesterday I was scanning my newly received bookshelf for something to read. I was in a science-fictiony mood and was being reminded of simpler times. There was really nothing there that interested me. It made me wish I had searched Half-Priced Books for more than just that MASH book. Bewildered by my lack of accomplishment during the search I turned to the one thing that may hold the solution to my dilemma; the television. So there I am, flipping through the few channels my broken antennae can pick up and amongst the haze what do my tired eyes recognize but two Viper starfighters flying across my screen. Oh what joy I did receive when the Battlestar Galactica stood before me. Appolo and Starbuck got lost while exploring a mysterious void that stood before the Galactica while the Viper crews fell ill to a mysterious bacteria. Shuttle pilots made up of mostly women were then sent into battle against the attacking Cylons as they cleared the way for a science vessel to land on an asteroid and find a cure for the mysterious ailment afflicting the Viper pilots. It was a two parter so I may check out the ending next Saturday. My thirst was quenched once more, but that wasn't the end. After Battlestar Galactica Star Trek was on. I didn't sit through the whole episode though it was playing behind me as I was thwarting the ever-growing zombie threat on-line. I still wish I had a book to read because my science fiction innards are rumbling once again and this time my TV isn't coming to my rescue. I'm settling by listening to some astro-rock. So until next time travelers,

"Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny, the last battlestar, Galactica, leads a rag-tag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest for a shining planet known as Earth."