Old poems and raw fiction

I started this blog out of inspiration of a friend who began expressing himself through the blog space so thoroughly I felt I could hear his voice through prose. I believe there is true power to be attained in the ability to make someone hear your voice in their head as they read your words. As it stands, it is 6:00am and I have been up all night browsing the internet - reading the news, pirating music, watching porn, and searching for a new interest of the hour. Each activity a common nightly routine. Sadly, this is not my first attempt at the blogging world.

My first attempt was more a time capsule for my old writing style. A place keeper to remind me of my immaturity, my emotions, and my inability to fully express myself. Old poems and raw fiction unedited and turned in as classwork during my short tenure at UC Davis. Lets see if I can find any gems that standout.
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Luckily for me I have two first names making it near impossible to search out that blog (which still exists from 2003). It would take quite an effort to dig through the depths of google before anyone found it. Hidden, just the way I like it. Anyways...

I have named this blog Insomniatic because I feel sometimes that I am addicted to sleep deprivation. I enjoy seeing the sun set and then rise systematically as the west coast sleeps. I enjoy the "in between." My focus will be on what you miss when your eyes are closed. When the veil is pulled. When you are content with rest I shall be immersed in the story behind the story. At a constant war with myself over validity. Always resting with truth.