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About Me

She was speaking from the truth for the moment or so she thought, Righteous and sure and things he'd heard before, And of course he begged to differ, Undoubtedly, the templete was transitional, As much as breathing is intentional, And the conditions were not unlike the winter is in Baltimore, Without prediction, some sort kismet punishment for those who love to punish themselves, For it's only the most twisted that twist themselves so tightly, So much so he finds himself whispering into his own ear, And at that moment he realized that trust is the most inflated form of idealism, Becuase now, he can't trust himself..... Home | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | Classifieds

My Interests

Experiencing, learning, and full utilization of all my senses, even the imaginary ones

I'd like to meet:

"We start, then, with nothing, pure zero. But this is not the nothing of negation. For not means other than, and other is merely a synonym of the ordinal numeral second. As such it implies a first; while the present pure zero is prior to every first. The nothing of negation is the nothing of death, which comes second to, or after, everything. But this pure zero is the nothing of not having been born. There is no individual thing, no compulsion, outward nor inward, no law. It is the germinal nothing, in which the whole universe is involved or foreshadowed. As such, it is absolutely undefined and unlimited possibility -- boundless possibility. There is no compulsion and no law. It is boundless freedom.Charles S. Pierce

Music:

Yes

Movies:

Yes

Television:

Don't watch it unless I'm at your house.

Books:

Yes

Heroes:

"I'm a fan of man."-Al Pacino

My Blog

Park Bench Translations

Since it's been cooler I've resurrected my morning routine of drinking coffee and writing on a random bench early in the morning before work. It's the best time to take in everything in relative...
Posted by OldSoul on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 08:33:00 PST

Doing My Part To Cause Conflict and Suffering Throughout The World (a letter to a friend)

Last night, as I was walking over to the Hess shortly after your departure, I was approached by a "bum". He proceeded to tell me of his troubles and without hesitating or even waiting for ...
Posted by OldSoul on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 07:28:00 PST

Sunflowers

There I was reflected in sunflowers, Magenta then green and finally blue Her voice echoes throughout each moment A song bird softly mourning the end of a season Wistfully chanting the intangible emoti...
Posted by OldSoul on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 04:32:00 PST

Talking To Myself With You In Mind

But for the chance to touch such lovely lips, With the kiss that kept the whole world at bay And then goodnight and goodbye might mean different things, if your smile was then end and the start of ...
Posted by OldSoul on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 07:46:00 PST

For The Sake Of His Own Idealism

It holds me close I'm its trembling child And with disciplined patience It taught me forgetfulness and invalid promises I held true that today was the only day worth knowing The ones that proce...
Posted by OldSoul on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 11:07:00 PST

Morning Would

I seem to have a penchant for peculiar, procreative, posturing at daybreak when dreaming and waking are quite the same thing and provocation of penetration before coffee and stretching or even ...
Posted by OldSoul on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 08:51:00 PST

Alexander The Great (for my nephew)

Your syllables flow, a steady stream of playful nonsense, Though I'm sure you believe every bit of what you're saying, As sure as I am that a lie has yet to cross your lips, This innocence sur...
Posted by OldSoul on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 10:23:00 PST

On This Particular Monday

It's one of those days when the clouds seperate, And the direction of a few contradict the flow of many, The intervals between the showers illustrate the atmospheric divisions, From darkness to gray a...
Posted by OldSoul on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

La Entrada del Sol En El Barri Gótico

I meant to be asleep long before said incidenet, it was the Argentine, Javi and his generousity it was the Brasilian crew and the French new comers that kept my attention as we traded conversations in...
Posted by OldSoul on Tue, 29 May 2007 11:15:00 PST

From 33rd To St. Paul

Street side, cross town, down wind& If there is a god, his attention is elsewhere. Sidewalks like cryptic history books written by a drunken hood scholar, It turned out a two bit hustle was as much la...
Posted by OldSoul on Thu, 10 May 2007 11:55:00 PST