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Jeff Dixx

About Me

Evocations from the bowels of a down trodden rag doll renders his countenance outside of himself as he gathers the last remnants of hope he has. With hope clenched between torn hands, he frees himself from those oxidized manacles of failed love's embrace. First he handed his sensitivity over to the bitter flux of the elements as a peace offering. "Have your way with me you diaphanous nebula," he spat. Second, he resigned himself from all matters of the heart notwithstanding. "Let the rains stifle these passive murmurs of that which once allowed me to breathe in sweet things," he choked on those words..too much blood. "How could I confuse the act of love with that which potentially could..it means nothing for those who lack the attention it requires to flourish."

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In your dreams My being Slowly woven into your awakenings And yours in mine Like morning glory

My Blog

The Social Contortionist 12

Admiration & Contempt...She fights with timeHe fights with the nightCold and stonedThe catch phrases liePondering the sequenceOf death and dyingStonewalls and carcass cavesCosmic flashing starlightFor...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 22:38:00 GMT

Party People

What happened to all the party people? The City of Cleveland had reached an all new low on the scales of timelessness. Women were ripe and ready to show off their brand new boobs, and them dudes were ...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 03:58:00 GMT

Social Contortionist 11

Only in moments...residue had claimed the earthtectonic plates shifted gracefullythe inhabitance sustained balancealoof and utterly distractedthick glass and black metallicsun-beams peekjust like perv...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 23:27:00 GMT

Social Contortionist 9

I BEEN KNOWN LONELINESS...Age 17Dad was finally readygave me a leftfollowed by the rightcan't go kickin a guyout the doorwithout defense mechanisms in tact"boy put up a good fightgood thing I had this...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 20:39:00 GMT

The Social Contortionist 8

"BABY GIRL"So treacherousEyesLike Dark corridors Baby girl Stole refugeIn closetsGaping fearsLamentsMaybe it was not a nightmarePeeping Tom'sLook Just like dadFrom the bathroom windowThen the bedroomB...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 20:18:00 GMT

The Social Contortionist 7

I stood about ten feet away from an entrance. It was dark, but I could see what was standing there about a foot inside. I could see that to the left of this androgynous figure, which had features li...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 18:44:00 GMT

Social Contortionist 6

Truths;Mother got cancer I was fourshe tried to hidebehind wigs make upand closed doorsI opened them allconfronted hercounted the tearsand presented them to heras evidenceage 20cancer came back claime...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 09:44:00 GMT

The Social Contortionist 5

"ILLEGAL AMERICA"JuxtapositionsErie dominionsDiaphanousExpressionsManifestationsResurrectionsFou ntainsCoursingDown mountainsEthereal AtitlanGuatemalanMayanSpanishAcquisitionSuddenly ChristianWomenLose...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 21:10:00 GMT

The Social Contortionist 4

EVEN HE, THE SO CALLED ARTIST&Memories likeBlooded nosesVarious weighted posesLost in subliminal jestKind of a chore at bestSitting with you kidsCliché’s blinding consciousnessEgo’s bind l...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 13:21:00 GMT

The Social Contortionist 3

I have lost some and gained some. None of this has changed anything. I still wait for my destiny to unfold. To be perfectly honest, I don’t believe it ever willso I wait in vain. Sometimes I...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:24:00 GMT