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...In the strangest of summers we once felt the coolest of dreams, washing our spirits in the rain, smoking our cigarettes stumbling over the edge of freedom, but still not close enough.

We're vampires in the eyes of society
I've been converted into a veteran of sorts

...and with the world turning into a jack 'o lantern kingdom, you can't help but be a part of the circus.

I've tried experiencing everything once, it made me into an insomniac.

The nighttime is my casket, romance my mausoleum, music my wine, the very strangeness of life, my headstone.

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Oh, dear broken winged angel..

My Interests

The Avante-Garde.

Poetry

The other side

Art

Music

'Sometimes I go too far. Excessive life, excessive with death. I remember when I was almost myself, we were almost for real.'

I'd like to meet:

Everybody. Anybody. Nobody.

The person that flatters me as much as they make my soul bleed.

"I think you are too intelligent for this generation. You're creative, deep, intellectual. I can carry on a conversation with you about things no one else cares about. You're beautiful, inside and out, in your own eccentric way. You don't follow all of society's rules. You're different and original. You're amazing and there's much no one knows about you but I'd like to try and see."-DMJ to me, April '07.

I'm currently working on TWO novels.

this novel of hallucinations and semi-delusional introspection, is intended to be a personal milestone. Almost completely abstract, yet pieced together intricately to form a whole.

This tale recounts a rather beautiful womans' downfall into insanity, schizophrenia, and eventual psychosis, interspersed by the company of a mysterious figure whom she falls in love with, yet despises for the madness that he is ensuing upon her.

(& yes, that is my pseudonym)

Music:

Kozmic, underground, psychedelic, experimental, jazz, classic rock, space rock.

Underground Antipodes

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Movies:

Tim Burton's works, underground films.

Television:

No.

Books:

French Symbolism, Surrealism, prose, abstract, Victorian, beatnik poetry, etc.etc...

'Sometimes ya miss...whoever you cannot see, sometimes ya wish you could be someone you could never be, sometimes you think you see what you would miss if it were yours and begone, and sometimes ya miss what was yours and begone, and sometimes ya just miss what will never belong.'

Heroes:

Christ.
Acknowledging my dearest friends..
Uncertain of what to say here...
Deja
My muse, lover, artistic companion, and shining light in life..
Emma
Despite what has happened, I will always consider you a close friend to me. You are a person I will never forget for reasons that I will always look back upon fondly. I really hope that some day you believe what I've told you already.
Bob Swanson
The weirdest brother I've never truly had.
Tena Mafia
The most adorable 4'9" person I will ever know. ^_^
April
Dharma Son Collective's most persevering supporter, my far-away friend..
Jessica Sturnick
She's been there for the most part through more than I need to mention..
Garrett
A former blackmarket connection gone runaway now juvenile delinquent.
Lenny
An original DSC member and local martian
Meg
We met under certain, odd circumstances, it seemed to have taken what happened for us to become more like friends... you've always treated me with kindness and respect. I thank you for that.
Dan 'Easter PP' Comer
I gave you your nickname. Yet I'm surprised we remember the night I did. We had some wild times in the streets, and I don't think it's gonna stop now.
Tahlyn Way
she's obviously pretty awesome, she made me a sign. =]
Meagan Kellis
A friend from Ohio who's very dear to me, whom I hope never to lose contact with...
Brandon
Brandon is awesome, 'cause Brandon likes Bubba cola. So do I.
Needless subliminal information
Status: In love
Birthplace: Nights' Plutonian Shore
Live/Die: Neither

My Blog

The Archangels Death Letter

This is from my book, 'ANTISOCIALITE'...The Archangel's Death LetterThe exquisite corpse &nbs.. .
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Sun, 18 May 2008 08:22:00 PST

Death-Poll..mwahahaha..How will I die?

How will The Poet King die?Being so 'death-obsessed' and such, I just thought it'd be entertaining to make this poll..How will Johnny Goncet die? Natural causesSuicideCar crashHouse fireDie insaneAssa...
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Wed, 14 May 2008 03:30:00 PST

In the metaphysical sense that I wont live an average life-span (Death is a stalker)

..It's a tad ridiculous to be stating anything like this via internet. No one can ever be aware of how much time they have left, how many footsteps to be tread upon before the collapse.But in the dra...
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Sun, 11 May 2008 09:45:00 PST

Bahahaha..lookalikes..psh >.<

..http://www.myheritage.comhahaha...I just thought this was amusing. I did this a while ago.....
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Fri, 02 May 2008 01:57:00 PST

Above the Spirit pit stands a Shadow..

(experimental wordplay masochistic oriented, I don't know-)Above the spirit pit stands a shadow,wavering over the unsettling light that undoubtedly brings out the shape of its body, wasting away psych...
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 07:54:00 PST

The novel I just started writing Friday -

..Shall definitely be interesting to write, to say the least. The main character is solely influenced by a very dear friend of mine, whom already has one book under her dedication- ('The Flawed Bible...
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 11:01:00 PST

RELAPSE- retrospective introspection

..Suddenly in flashback shade, faces so familiar played;Evening sun sinks down with the day, as distances darken to black from gray.OBSERVATIONBroken promises haven't much meaning, now do they? No me...
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 10:11:00 PST

Last Will & Testament

I'm going to remove my face. So if you care, you're gonna have to remember me. I'll put all my writings in a trunk.Lock it up, keep the key with me when I go.It will be found where ever I am left.If ...
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 07:34:00 PST

Deja-Vu (quite a long poem, the ending for The Flawed Bible..)

Deja-VuStreaming against brick-walled hideaways bleeding through the clouds too far gone for today, where do we go, my friend? A cool parking lot world enwraps our blessings, our selves inebriated tog...
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 10:32:00 PST

I wrote this when I was 14...from my book, Emboss..

It's sort of a Symbolist description of the city, persay..through the eyes of a very apocolyptic individual.MetropolisIn the dripping hypothecaries I have stolen the dank trembling mouths of the poorl...
Posted by The Poet King (chya?!) on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 10:05:00 PST