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Militant Fascist Chimps from Outer Space

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About Me

I'm a pessimistic optimist. I believe the best of people and situations, but expect the worst. I would like to be as smart as I like to think I am. I wear my heart on my sleeve and rarely think twice about "it", whatever "it" is. Spontaneous action is a good friend of mine, but so is over-planning. I am serenly agitated. I, my friends, am a mystery, (but only in my own world, which I am KING of). I have a lot of good friends , but only a handful of them, (one friend is a fortune, more than that is lavishly excessive wealth, and I do like to spoil myself). Most people tolerate me, those who take the time to get to know me actually like me. However, getting to know me isn't easy, I am openly introverted. If you take the time, you may find a good friend - or you may have just wasted your time. Your call mate.
Demand Steezy D
http://eventful.com/performers/P0-001-000112029-4/...

This is my Nephew's band. DEMAND IT BITCHES!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Nice People who don't suck so much.The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny

My Blog

Happiness

Happiness What is happiness? Is happiness truth? What IS happiness? Is it merely youth? But why ask what? Why not why or who? And if you must ask what  Why not 'what does happiness mean to you'? W...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 21:27:00 GMT

Dreams My Father Gave Me.

Here's yet another one - It's kind of a strange one, written in a strange mood. enh.   Dreams My Father Gave Me.   "These dreams my father gave me", he said looking away. Then smiled and win...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 21:25:00 GMT

Flower Dreams

Okay, so every time I have attempted to post this one, something has occured to disallow it from being posted.  So, if you are reading this then I was finally successful and you get to read what ...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 21:39:00 GMT

Sweetlings

Kay - time for a new one.  This one's kinda sappy love poem that I undoubtably wrote for some unrequited love of the week.   Sweetlings How doth the stars shine - When my lovers' eyes grow b...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 21:59:00 GMT

Preacher Man

So, I'm listening to Nina Simone sing the blues and I can't help but feel introspective.  Mind you, I'm not really 'specting anything much.  Mostly just FEELING introspective.  I suppos...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 20:55:00 GMT

Dance of the Lyre

This one is in the style of Anacreon, (you know Anacreon... the father of Poetry), NOT Bacchus as some would have. Bacchus was kind of like that creepy old uncle, you know the one that would go around...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 21:33:00 GMT

Tired

I'm tired, I'm going to bed.  G'night.
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 23:32:00 GMT

A Fragment of Summer

My fav. A Fragment of Summer. The oil-covered asphalt reflects the falling Sun- While the heat escapes the concrete snakes that guard the gutters. The green-dappled leaves dance in the vague summer w...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 20:27:00 GMT

Solace

These are some of my words.  If you don't like them, tough- they're not for you.  These are for me, this is my voice. This is one of my few favorites.  I wrote it for someone that you d...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 23:22:00 GMT

Introduction to the World

Okay, so blogging... never done that before.  I always understood blogging to be for people who have something to say, but reading through some blogs, (mostly people I don't know), I can see that...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 16:51:00 GMT