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Mr. Friday

riding mania astride a pacing steed

About Me

"Don't lose your nerve just because you didn't get what you deserved just remember what you've learned you only get what you've earned."

"A nebulous man may never find peace and swallows his laughter more often than he eats his words but he will almost certainly always have the upper hand in a game of poker."

"Told like lore because he lives life like the captain of a sinking ship, but none can snap that whip quite like life can break your wit."

"Quietly inhaling the world through small painful lessons lessen in quantity the more you bitch and moan about the burning in your throat."

"Our history and our future. Pain was our greatest teacher."

"I am a gesture of the cosmos, a cosmic jester. A connoisseur of communicative activity thats all wrapped up and stuffed liked a cotton swab. I am the one set aside and dipped in wax, unsatisfied and untied. Omnipresent like mistakes made along the way. Pervasive and perverse, the perverted and the disturbed. Gale force winds that smell like roses, footprints in the sky, shy hands holding tight.

I am love. An act of devotion and duplicity, a stab in the back to the back stabbing jackal. Plagued with compassion, diseased with a festering passion for the sickly. Contempt misdirected and then redirected to the proper time and place, a place of prosperity and pain. A place of confusion found next to wisdom busy servicing those still waiting. Fiction and excitement creating friction and frustration of a different breed.

I am a gesture of the cosmos and their chaos, millions of vermillion toned effects pushing the limits of matter. A cosmic jester if you will and I will believe in you and your kind sweet motions, waves of emotions, gale force winds that smell like roses. Ill be your madness, your downer, your safe place, always."

""The sound of the waves from my front portch is beautiful as they brutalize the shore as if to say you will not stop me."

"I could never hold someones hand for longer than their attention span."

"Only sickness numbs rage found in passion, and now I am terminal."

"I have been compared to many things in my short days, but I am less like a wise man and more like a storm drain."

"Convincing time to let me be standing still in your sunshine, my only sunshine."

"Dream that you dream of me as I dream of you."

"The way you write makes you seem endless. No age, no time, endless vocabulary and moments and memories. Not many people can write about their life with enough emotion to make the reader see the images vividly." - KT


My Interests

What can I say?... I'm fuckin' passionate. I'm spineless, but only at times. I can pull my legs over the back of my head and stick my foot in my mouth. I'm all about inconvenient truths, heavy music, redheads, late night boozing, big sunglasses, and bad jokes. I have alot of interest in music, all types too. I believe that all forms of expression help us evolve, and I practice many. Making music is somewhat theraputic if you ask me. I write alot too, check out my blog if your interested.Read My Writing

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My Blog

Spartan

how long must the sickness persist a cist that cannot be controlled or told and instead stays cold to new worlds that unfold into bold ideas that are left alone and shone that inside this boy is a man...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 11:07:00 PST

Ignore Me My Brother, And Pour Me Another.

Just some random things that have been itching to be scratched...     The air is often thick when you are here lounging around in all of my thoughts and I often choke when I try to breathe w...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 04:04:00 PST

Between The Lines

She was talking to me in French again so I laid back, took a swig of my beer, and starred out across the bay at the lights that lined the shore. Each one seemed to slowly fade upward, invading the oth...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Mon, 28 May 2007 09:16:00 PST

I Left My Pain on The Mountain

             I wore shorts and ate fruit in the sun. I had VISIONS and vicious experiences. I went to the edge, came back for a power nap and went...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:55:00 PST

I'd Rather be a Lightning Rod Than a Seismograph.

My truth is offensive, and that's the way I like it...   And I believe that real beauty exists when its found in ugliness...   Repetitive and brutal self inflicted pain...   Jus...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 01:18:00 PST

Gravity

The sound of the waves from my front portch is beautiful as they brutalize the shore as if to say - "You will not stop me"
Posted by Mr. Friday on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 11:48:00 PST

The Price of Poetry

  Quietly inhaling the world through small painful lessons lessen in quantity the more you bitch and moan about the burning in your throat.   Only sickness numbs rage found in passion, and...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Tue, 03 Oct 2006 10:59:00 PST

Stolen

  Shadows created from bursts of light like photographs on walls locked in a carnal dance to the beat of busting beating organs growing faster with the fluttering of eyes that glow brighter...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 12:22:00 PST

Just A Thought

  I never see her face, only her wake.   She would not be dreamt about, but would be the dream I wish I had.   My Dream: The state of matter in which a substance exhibits a charact...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 04:58:00 PST

bane

  I could never hold someones hand for longer than their attention span because I had other hands to attend to and bottles to break   Life was shattering right in front of me   And I c...
Posted by Mr. Friday on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 05:01:00 PST