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The Palace of Bohlonuts

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Welcome all my friends, to the site that never ends. And if you get the well butchered tribute to "Tommy!" right there, than your obviously in the right place. So, obviously I am titular charachter in my story, so I will be your narrarator of the day and introduce myself as Brian, the future crown prince of Kazikstan and Pulitzer prize winning journalist extraodinaire. Of course, I haven't even started college or even published anything, but I guaruntee you, when I am a bajillionaire, I will hook you up when your on my doorstep crying out for porridge in the nuclear winter you call desperation.
I now have some of my stuff slightly published, you'll find the link on the Random Junk part of this site. 
 

So, you may be wondering what a guy from Jersey is doing with a website when it's so very obvious he has no significant need for one? Well, that's a very good question, and to answer it, I plan on using big words that may stump you at first, but if you use the book intitled "Dictionary" that you prehaps got for a birthday at one point, or are using for a doorstop, we can continue.
I intend on turning this site into the focal point of my future writing career, a sort of safe haven for me to escape to when I hit a road block and wanna expound my hatred of the outside world. It's also a good place for me to send people I recently meet, so I don't have to talk to them for hours about myself, they can get the whole boring rundown all at once.
 

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What's New?

This weeks song: Santa Monica by Everclear

11 August 2005: Once in a while, nobody cares what you think.

Social Commentary of the day:
In my own opinion, nobody cares about your opinions. Once you come to realize that, than we can all live much happier. I only say this because I got stoned with some friends, talked for a while and noticed nobody was paying any attention, it was a stunning revelation, but at the same time, wholly unsurprising. I figure it's because either they were stoned and half asleep or because I'm boring...I'll go with the latter.
And thus is the end of this story because I put all my good stuff in my blog on myspace.
 

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