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the painter of dead girls

About Me

i am just the fat loser that got picked on all his pathetic life and finally realized he can say "no."
“Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real, you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." - Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

under a beautiful broad sky

i discovered a pebble
skip across soft black glass,
in the wake of western winds,

dancing like neon heartbeats.
surface tension breaks as the pebble
finally submits to brackish chaos

and decides to dive in and swim
to the bottom of torrid undertow,
unafraid of drowning. and tell

the crabs and mermaids
about the bittersweet shroud
of loons in moonlit willow trees.

in the lonely sands
at the center of an unfamiliar lake
they gather and learn to weep.

"hell is empty and all the devils are here." - Shakespeare, The Tempest

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My Blog

hysteria

By the time you read this I will already be gone. The fool, the mime, hanging from the ceiling fixture. I never could look you in the eyes. To be honest I’ve always wanted to pull you by the hai...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 01:49:00 GMT

im losing it.

there are three questions we ask in health care when assessing suicide ideation risk.1. do you have suicidal thoughts? check. every waking minute of every hour of every day.2. do you have a plan?check...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 02:19:00 GMT

my karma ran over your dogma

i feel like the color purple. not quite blue. just a couple of shades darker. all unused and unpopular in the crayon box. while the heads of others like green and red are worn down to soft round tips,...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 21:15:00 GMT

putting holes into happiness

the flies they gather in anticipation for my second coming, a metaphor for my myspace whores. the vicarious cracks in the wall that i've been watching you through have somehow bled me to the other si...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 15:04:00 GMT