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About Me

I am that I am. I am ageless. I am the timeless pattern of building. I like to start off on hardcore, elusive poetic descriptions of myself. I am an artist. I am a salesman. I am both of these because in this day and age, if you want to survive as an artist, you have to be a sufficient business man at the same time. It's more like flip-flopping though. I like to compare myself to a spinning coin. I've got two sides, and when I'm spinning I become a wholesome and unified blur. How's that for a paradoxical description?

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet Peter Murphy, Daniel Ash, David J, Kevin Haskins, Wynona Ryder, Rachel Weisz, Van Gogh, Picasso, Niel Strauss, Mystery, David DeAngelo, Collectors interested in me as a developing artist, thousands of beautiful women (oops! I meant to say that). I'd like to meet John Titor, Art Bell, George Noory, Jesus Christ, Socrates (Dan Millman's mentor), Maria Elene Vieira Da Silva, Gauguin, Paul Klee, Joseph McMoneagle, Marylin Monroe (She's a numerological 7, and a Asian Astrological Tiger like me), and probably many more that I can't think of right now.

My Blog

Every Creative Urge

In the cuspOf hardened fire,And in the etherOf plasmic iceCame descriptionsOf fantastic textures,And unreal sensations.To let weather Visit bill-boardsOver time,Rain or shine.To let nature Grow around...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 03:36:00 GMT

There Are Pearls

There are pearls,And there are necklaces.What looks good on youIs shy of a couple guesses.I can imagine,And you can undress.This melody happensBetween sheets and carresses.You can ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 02:48:00 GMT

Somewhere Between East and West

I used to want people to love me. And then I changed to wanting people to hate me. I suppose the pain and hatred in my own heart was so unbearable that I had to make others responsible for the unbeara...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 20:59:00 GMT

The Best Kind of Touch

As the sky cracks openWith an explosion of thunder.Like dynamiteBusting open a dam.Like a million bowlsTurned over in the sky.Like an atmosphere of peaceDreamt of anger and sadness.Maybe my mother dre...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 18:18:00 GMT

With What I Had, I Did What I Could

I was talking to a friend of mine on the phone today, and during our conversation I remembered a message I had for him. I was at the bookstore a couple weeks ago and I saw a girl looking at books in t...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 18:51:00 GMT

A Terrerium For Miracles

A stretagemFor miracles.A miraculousInsignificance.Significant enoughTo mention,But not enoughTo define.So let us skirtOn those edgesRight before awareness.Right before consciousness.Let us makeA beau...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 22:40:00 GMT

A Ride You Must Take

I am dedicatedTo foliageIn my spiritualCamoulflage.In fluorescent nightsTracing currentsAcross the sky,Criss-crossing as one.Meshing vibrancyThe ultimate control.Relinquishing it allIn a balanced ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 00:03:00 GMT

On The Lips

Seduced by mad stars.The enemy is nothing.Anonymous and maniacal.A tragedy is worshipped.The structured passion.The burning, the burning, the burning...So undeniable,For the love of making art.Line, d...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 01:51:00 GMT

Do You Slap The Snooze Button? (Cocoa Puffs or Lucky Charms...Lol)

For some reason cereal seems a li'l outta place right now. I mean, afterall, it's night time. So what! There are better things in dreams than getting more sleep. So how do you all think? BTW, this is ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 19:37:00 GMT

Meandering Mandarin

Make a construct of "d"sMake 'em dance aroundLike a slowly emotedNecklace of pearls.White on the reflectionHeart on the bathroom floor.Perhaps the flowersWill inspire a hundred artists.Feelings fellFr...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 21:28:00 GMT