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About Me

...An irratic spirit confused by the 21st Century...ugh...I am apparently reminded how somehow I am ultimately mysterious with many ghosts and dark things...People should leave well enough alone but about me, to you, I wish the best for you and when no one is around love will always love you...Dark...yes, so very mysterious...

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My Blog

its all over now baby grey,,,,crazy man drawing your body on the wall

I try to be as open as possible...but i am ashamed to even think of your existence...you know who you are....you know i still love you but how dare you...i have my flaws but i am loyal...what do you h...
Posted by on Sun, 31 May 2009 00:42:00 GMT

You want to know what I do, I do none of "your" fuckin business...

.. ..He lay dead in heavenAngels never sang the hymn of the endNo winds went moaningTheir wings not drip-drippingWith bloodThat fell upon the earth.It, groaning thing,Turned black and sa...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 10:46:00 GMT

THE SKELETONS DEFENSE OF CARNALITY!

.." target="_self">... What is it? i no longer read other people's words?It sweetens the circulation of the blood.My blood is circular enough already.And your reasoning?What is it?Voi...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 09:49:00 GMT

Drive this car to get to this job to pay for this car...I am in a blood red submarine...

the last spoken line, written samespoke of this life"floating a dream that vanisheslift their eyescarry them toall directionson a journeyhe grasps atthe airthere is an attemptthat which remains unsaid...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 08:50:00 GMT

I brought this body here for you, don’t you want it?

.." target="_self">it occured to me that suckers have authorityI'm looking at a wall full of posters, your god'sa little punk rock you thought was all one could need,squinting into th...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jan 2009 05:06:00 GMT

In my glass coffin, I am waiting....Still.

.." target="_self">I could feel myself growing colder     This woeful hour was hollow and blessed By angel's gun's; fire melted sky. He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned...?" An...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 20:50:00 GMT

If your gonna lie on top of me don’t lie to me...

.." target="_self">change your style again If you claim you are a victim, Then let me do the cutting. Certain thrills stay tucked in your limbs,go no further than your fingers, move your leg...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 23:26:00 GMT

It is enough simply to believe in miracles in the 21st century.

Manager-Poet-'Corporate Empathy'What the Great Motherfucker's Handbook Never Tells You. They leave alot out of the Handbooks. Dying for instance./You can find funeral leave/but you cannot find dying./...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 21:00:00 GMT

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.

" target="_self">. One day, out of nowhere, you realize you don't know who you are, and none of the cards in your wallet provide the slightest clue to your real identity. To go on a quest is nothing m...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Nov 2008 21:10:00 GMT

Why so greenAnd lonelyHeaven sent youTo me/Could not memorize a history of slang...

.." target="_self">you choose to ignore...i cannot help but feel a bit stupid for chossing this video for a blog...the song is beautiful and the idea of spreading thoughts that we are over-r...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 17:40:00 GMT