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About Me

I write poetry. I write a lot of it. It's all in the blogs. If I'm not writing or working, I'm likely drinking booze and riding one of my bikes. I make shit out of wood because it's fun. I'm straight up. Despite my poetry, I am a positive person. I am happy. I like myself and dislike most people. I have been lucky lately. I've met some good people and have softened up a bit. I'm a little nicer now.

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My Interests

Making shit, breaking it, fixing it. All without stretching beyond my means. I like bikes with or without motors, mostly without. Danger. I write poetry, check out the blogs. Lots. I love my truck. I love tattoos but get annoyed talking about them. I'll show it to you but I don't care about the little lame fuck up you got in some basement by some lame fuck show who bought his bunk carreer from the back of a magazine.

I'd like to meet:

I like to meet people that enjoy life. Solid people who are happy where they are and confident they are just fine. Hard workers who suffer and understand the rewards of lifeâ€™s difficulties. Reward and consequence is the same to me. I love people who just do what ever the fuck they want yet have disapline all the same.I like chicks who swear a lot, know who to tell to fuck off and who to ignore. Strong self-thinkers. I like anyone who can do anything or figure it out. Life skills are important. I don't give two fucks if your parents have you covered. I like dirty shit like trucks and bikes. Mud and food mixed without worries.

Music:

Heavy angry screaming. Music that hates you or itself. Distructive chaos.

Movies:

As fucked up as possible

Television:

Lame

Books:

If you don't read, I prolly don't care what's in your head.

Heroes:

Cheaters of death and givers of life.

My Blog

I will touch the faceless and let them be heard.

I owe the world some of what I've taken. The lessons I store in the tears of my years in this box. Levitation cheating guns. Liquid typical creations keyed out in paint dried and crumbled at my feet. ...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Wed, 23 May 2007 08:41:00 PST

I have an aliby. Oh wait, I can't even spell it. Shit, I'm fucked.

So you've asked me ten times now what it was like to of been covered in blood. I stick by it. I blame it on the junkie gutter punks. Dumb mother fucks thought I'd give em meth for free if they just h...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Wed, 23 May 2007 08:14:00 PST

Just after it all it all I forgot so sue me

I know I woke up next to a garbage disposal in a pool of vomit not sure if it was someone else's or mine. Pick and choose. Choose the fear. I am this sick and typical metaphor. I don't owe you any exp...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Wed, 23 May 2007 08:11:00 PST

Blood thirsty cuts drool out of me as I chase hypnotic messengers and electronic murders

I cook it up Might of forgot but I can't deny the scars in my head that I created Fuck it up punk Half up Half of what? Half cut Portionate everything you weak fuck Look it up Slightly precisely heate...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Wed, 23 May 2007 07:29:00 PST

It doesn't matter

I'm not even going to do anything. I brought it on myself from the shitty things I've done. I deserve this. If it bothers anyone, too damn bad. I did not know any of you long enough for you to matter....
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Sun, 20 May 2007 03:00:00 PST

Lied to? Fuck (know) this is shit to die to. You mind to?

In the gutter seconds after Spitting teeth If you saw you'd a seen a jigsaw puzzle crumble But what? Oh yeah You never saw Laughter tells a tale of sadistic consequence All you got taught in the priso...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Thu, 17 May 2007 12:08:00 PST

If I edit the blog, the comments make no sense.

Twisted images make up this shit in me Ten years after still smelling the stench of death in bits lead to the center of a demon Mutilated Messy Hung from hooks above Hypnotic Dangle red Corrupted Tas...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Thu, 17 May 2007 05:01:00 PST

I have to go wash my truck now cuz Ljupco got fucking mud everywhere.

So this shit which I spit is just bits of my life that I'm mad about Not much I know about that I can't laugh about The laughter seconds after slitting this kids wrists has me laughing now This kid I...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 04:18:00 PST

I'm crack pipeless. I need my ride to be nice cuz i'm iceless.

I gotta go home in a bit to be meaner than I have been from what I've seen. Crazy so it seems. No mercy comes from me cause I just don't see a need to be weak. Pissing. Bloody chest cavities. Messy sh...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 06:06:00 PST

I have no time for you. You don't need to prove yourself to me.

I got a reason to wake up. I just don't know what the fuck it is. Nothing I own means a thing to me. It's all new and pretty. But all for me. I don't share cuz I hate you. I don't hate myself and I d...
Posted by BLOODY KNUCKLES on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 11:22:00 PST