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raindrops in a jar

NEVER DOUBT THAT A SMALL GROUP OF THOUGHTFUL, COMMITTED CITIZENS CAN CHANGE THE WORLD - INDEED IT IS

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My Interests

poetry, midnight discotheques, waterhouse, being a book nerd,salvador dali, freudian theories and his phallic preocuppations,canvas, stormy weather, mangoes, salty ocean breeze, dark chocolate, green, dreadlocks, long hair, midnight oil, summer, nakedness, great tattoos, the smell of chilli and chocolate, barefeet, spanish, shy people, piercings, tiger lillies, unproclaimed artistes who dont know it, old people, bicycles, fruit orchards, saxophones and violin cases, sam flores art, being hot in winter, dub and roots music, barnaby weir, my suitcase, cemetaries, island time

Music:

to contradict....the cat empire, john butler and his crew, billie holliday, magnetic funk, kora, katchafire, bob marley, rise against, the bones, the managers, jimmy eat world, the black seeds, barnaby weir, bessie smith, nirvana, the bleeders, system of a down, the lastimes, frank sinatra, ray charles, the strokes, the vines, franz ferdinand, the killers, jack johnson,

Movies:

the dreamers, y tu mama tambien, the edukators, bad education, chocolat, amelie, finding neverland, a clockwork orange

Television:

deserves to incinerate in the acidic depths of a monsters pit...much like those that lurk in the periphery you can never look straight in the eye

Books:

cant choose,but authors Margaret Atwood, Chuck Palaniuk, Hunter S Thompson, Irvine Welsh, Thomas Pynchon, Tenessee Williams, Evelyn Waugh and books: Lullaby, Diary, Less Than Zero, White Noise, Lolita, The Hours. Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas, Surviver and a list that would most probably put you all to sleep

Heroes:

those i have yet to meet, it will be because of your minds

My Blog

Aid

    Sound of a soft siren Mixed in with the soothing Screams of dying violins. I hear him but donÃ?t see him. Not until later.   I look for the machine That has capabilities Of wrenchin...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 10:18:00 PST

Samsara - Trash Empire

    Among still armours of banana terror, Cash-crops gather aromatic dust and beans dream for Ghana. Bulimic marine detainees, fishy flesh lost in Geishas mouths, befriends child-made jeans ...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 10:48:00 PST

sound

to the music sweetly weep with tears streaming pick a box from the aisle.   look to the skies and hope for a storm look into the cereal box inside your grip dont forget it speaks dont forget the...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 08:58:00 PST

A derisory-mad-elated-part-virtuoso-part-maniacal laugh.

you cannot speak, watch the press of fingers extoll each key with measured menace, stabbing pain into the scrawls. wonder at the blatant disregard of a wandering sorceress.   Pietas and lonliness...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 02:47:00 PST

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chaperoned everywhere in a tinderbox labelled "I", Yonder child scrubbed off the grime, stuck a flower in his shoe showered words in my ear. Re-labelled it "De Nada".   Drop a stone in the box sk...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 10:37:00 PST

Cosmic History Chronicles, Volume 2 (Galactic Research Institute: Foundation of the Law of Time

Taken from an exerpt...kind of linked to the Mayan Oracle... Enjoy, One love, peace to all. We who are overwhelmed by the information age, how much can we remember of the whole of universal history? ...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Sat, 27 May 2006 07:21:00 PST

Tales of a UN official

The image of the gun smooth, suave gentleman that you are. Italian suit of bondage metal. Your tandem barrel like the twin, elegantly sleek cinnamon cigarettes you smoke. But what of THEM piled high? ...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Thu, 11 May 2006 04:24:00 PST

The sliding Doors had opened. Yet I never noticed they were there

Never noticed it until a moment ago that moment wasn't far from now that moment was inconsequential nontheless, it was momentous. It didn't hit me till I stepped ino the artificial, blowing cooling a...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Fri, 05 May 2006 03:39:00 PST

no name poem...i did this while commenting someone, so judge for yourself

we need this self confessed delusionas you feed tragedy through her hair, rake the scalp for fragments of immortalitybut fail to find salvation.but for what the candles scream, for what but to prolong...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 01:41:00 PST

Howl's 50th. Bear the length, the poem is worth it. I promise

Howl ,For Carl Solomon I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheade...
Posted by raindrops in a jar on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 01:24:00 PST