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About Me



I am never out of my element.

I have a few scars but I could use six or seven more.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness

The rest you will have to learn yourself, but if you decide to add/contact me; remember the words of William S. Burroughs. ".. Cheat your landlord if you can and must, but do not try to shortchange the Muse. It cannot be done. You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal."

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things." - Jack Kerouac

- Those who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated.
- Those who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night.
- Those who studied Plotinus Poe St John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the universe instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas.
-Those who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels, who were visionary indian angels!
- Those who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy.
- Those who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, so they took a ship to Africa.
- Those who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving nothing behind but the shadow of dungarees and the larva and ash of poetry scattered.
- Those who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets.
- Those who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism, who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down.
- Those who actually read all of the above.

Jackie Onassis' Sniper Rifle Pendant wants YOU!

My Blog

A question; from me to you.

Death is an art,said Sylvia,like everything else.Just ask Hunter;ask Kurt.He said once,An artist needs an endless supply of miseryto maintain creativity.A select few have the luxory,the curse,of being...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Dec 2008 23:13:00 GMT

Route Twenty-Three.

Atlantic City Boardwalkthe man in the skysays you can buyredemption by the bundle.REDBULL BASEBALL BODYBAG.truthfully, he lied. me and roxanneat the show, euphoric in Miamiblack eyelinerlips blue; RX ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2008 02:15:00 GMT

I write

I write.I dance with street kids in the south florida rain,observing their chemical cameos, smiling like a reluctant prophet.So you don't have to,  So you can read about it -in front of an Ohio f...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 22:22:00 GMT

Coin Toss -short

Tweleve men congrigate,whisper, faces askew.For men like me, the outcome looks bleak.The group gives a collective scent,sulfur and falsehoods, inequality.Be they disciples or jurors,For men like me, b...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:55:00 GMT

Missing -short.

Ginuine are the few -missing.The few no one cares to find.Inverted Milk carton pleas, Where have they gone!Focus groups, theraputic community, placebo.Artificial light meets synthetic smiles.Trust me,...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:05:00 GMT

Untitled for Miss Untitled.

West Virginia September,The leaves smell like napalm.She arrived with the dead overcast sky.Floating towards me, mimicking the dark clouds.Rancid romance.We gambled and laid in bed until Christ's birt...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 21:15:00 GMT

I’m so bored with dumb girls. Has America ruined our Women?

Yeah, okay I’m semi-shallow maybe but looks matter.Having said that;Where are the girls that .... can talk politics of centuries past without their head exploding and current politics without qu...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 23:07:00 GMT

Perception is reality?

If perception is reality then I must conclude that there is no one constant reality, but merely a dimension where billions of perceptions lay stacked atop one another, some meshing and integrating whi...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 08:18:00 GMT

My secret to peace.

Let me preface by saying this ..This world, since the dawn of civilization has never seen a period of time without war. If we are all children of god, then what does this say about god?So,In order to ...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 07:59:00 GMT

Where have the dreamers gone?

There is a place,It does exist.There is a place where the wind wisps down each valley, mountain, and plain without rustling the hair of any partisan party.A place where materialism is madness, capital...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 19:16:00 GMT