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About Me

To create in any medium of the arts, be it painting, music or writing, is an escape from the constraints of social roles we individuals are placed in. An extreme joy and struggle is born finding one's self without guilt, fear, or competition; seeing no separation between the public and private attitudes of life's daily actions. It is because of this resolution of conflict that I create. It is a necessity like water and food.one can know more about me by going to my website , or by asking.

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My Blog

ONE MAN'S VIRTUE, ANOTHER MAN'S POISON

The doctor is inmain-lined drain-o fingering the nurse's plumbing rubber gloves powdery snap spills hot hollybery candle wax over and down Netsfish kicking grime of man's polished...
Posted by on Mon, 14 May 2007 14:25:00 GMT

THROW A STONE

THROW A STONE        Throw a stone into stream        watch as ripples change but remain the same        from ...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 21:51:00 GMT

THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC (A THREE DAY CRUSH)

THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC (A THREE DAY CRUSH) Flow the traffic of seventy-two hour days Experiment in egg wash and oil the dreams A pain for emotional discomfort lipping words that mean I love you Speeding ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 06:45:00 GMT

His Limbo

His Limbo Little boy with breeze blows gone bimbo Into another limbo Vapid in the void flex shows only the flat fields of white sheets stained untrained in abstract pleasures un-obtainable ...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 10:22:00 GMT

VOIDED

If it wasn't for those x-rays taken earlier this oven-baked summer month identification of the young man's fragmented remains would have been impossible. Peter Sack, first and last son of retired T...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 06:49:00 GMT

PINK-ASS. TIGHT HOLE. (GOOD-BYE LITTLE BOYS)

"Oh baby! She's hit - take her down 'round alley's corner with and where the other Sailor Joes belly dance See her stacks of pancake beige stream and tear stockings below red dress slink abo...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jan 2006 13:00:00 GMT

DREAMING

Dreaming a dream, in a dream on Tuesday morning, in a cool bed with half open eyes and sun rays stabbing cheekbones. "Mister Bruce, Lenny!" "Yes, what?" The proud American spoke with p...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jan 2006 13:00:00 GMT