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

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