Rollo
- user since
- Mon Apr 5 1999 at 10:24:22 (9.6 years ago )
- last seen
- Sun Aug 31 2008 at 09:28:08 (2.6 months ago )
- number of write-ups
- 189 - View Rollo's writeups (feed)
- level / experience
- 5 (Crafter) / 3471
- C!s spent
- 51
- specialties
- Industrial grade lack of inspiration
- most recent writeup
- Una corda
| This has all become sort-of-everything2.com. Check out crayz homepage for some thoughts I agree wholeheartedly with. I wanna node numbers, for instance.
Lots of good numbers out there, I tell you... Next node coming up: Batrachomyomachia |
User Bookmarks:
- Welcome to Everything
- Reinhold Messner
- my clothing falls in time
- in bed
- insensitive
- Where are you going?
- Here lies one whose name was writ in water
- warmth
- God won't take the time to sort your ashes from mine
- Dulce et Decorum Est
- snow day
- underwhelmed
- Anatiferous (definition)
- Azedarach
- Cenosarc
- Dronkelewe
- Expenditor
- Forswonk
- Monotonist
- Nobody
- Riotry
- Spongoblast
- Triakisoctahedron
- Wone
- The Lady of Shalott
- application letter
- letter from a Boeing 717
- White pepper ice cream
- I fell off the ferris wheel and now I am paralyzed and bitter
- County Lines
- Birthday Poem
- The oldest and largest living thing
- The Cremation of Sam McGee
- Good reasons to miss someone
- Cathy Martin and the tunnel of fire
- Dream Log: April 22, 2000
- One Hour to Madness and Joy
- Native Moments
- Eric and the Gazebo
- Jive Mop
- All-Purpose Metal Whackin' Stick
- May 2, 2000
- My November Guest
- Live the greatest story ever told
- An Irish Airman foresees his Death
- Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
- You charm'd me not with that fair face
- Written in her French Psalter
- A Slumber did my Spirit Seal
- Song of the Broad-Axe
- war crimes
- The 48 Laws of Power
- Sorrow of Parting
- wine bottle sizes
- Swan Dive
- I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
- Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni
- Fountain of Sorrow
- 1381L ERROR_TOO_MANY_SECRETS
- Angry Ex-Boyfriends
- You are no longer someone's first
- Amidst the Flowers a Jug of Wine
- Kusanagi no Tsurugi
- We have been shown the plan only insofar as it concerns ourselves
- I am but a moth before your flame
- I have more stories about trains for you
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows (thing)
- Would you mind never speaking to me again?
- Dance Song
- an old woman swimming
- Things that could be
- Three guys whose voices are like clear glass
- British and Irish Poetry
- Hygge
- Dream Log: September 21, 2000
- if you're lucky, they fuse into something bright and astonishing
- paper cup
- Thank You for the Gorp!
- Mojave Desert Phone Booth
- Here in the brilliant sun we jostle
- It tastes like burning
- I have a Shaymus and you don't.
- I need to hold your hand. I'm getting numb.
- Black Tie Affair
- And so, we made sweet love with the weather
- For a boat of white bone, and we three
- Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
- Smoking while bathing
- I took mine back tonight
- I can think of worse things than to die like a dog
- Timbisha Shoshone
- multus sanguis fluit
- Forbear dark night, my joys now bud again
- God sends beer, the Devil sends more beer
- Hard, Crusty Armor of Antismiting
- Blinking and breathing
- All Girls Should Have Been Born Blonde
- J-rock
- Climb up on the Moon? Of course we did.
- Slip Inside This House
- Take you wandering till it's dark
- Findings:
- Lounging in the Belly of the Beast
- You love these machines. These machines are dead: a love story.
- Chocolate Fondant
- Three McDonald's: The Viability of a Third-Party Candidate
- What caterpillars dream about during metamorphosis
- Broken things that nobody knows how to fix
- Fingers slick with mythos
- The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
- extreme ironing