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I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

i moved back to Oakland and have be looking for another job here in the east bay. My house has gotten fucked up but we are trying to put it back together,weird war of wordspersonally affected by the hot flustered shuttering of a fever. novelty is the desperation caused by a linger of the heavy voice sitting on your shoulders. running it all together and an attempt to track an echo. static and pressing hard on carpets. the padded installing will clear it and rip the last aspiration from the air so that they can keep it. marking it with plastic cards and paper as what they own...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

someone who is just going to try and keep their composure

My Blog

stupid inspiration

stupid inspiration: The cowards reward of the chains that tie down walks with the staggering ignored thoughts. We smoke our throats raw. There was once an image now decaying and awkward and lost. P...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 17:53:00 GMT

damn near knocked me down

tackle the traffic when you get a moment, i have been trying to take down the old mirrors, for about two days. like a blade you get lazy.  to call the strife out and put it on the table. Not to be con...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 21:27:00 GMT

these cracked cups work well enough

String across the roads, in an awkward motion, the ball comes apart. That limps fall apart. And smell of nothing in the dark. Just a wave of bathing stares and darting eyes under stars in lawn chai...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Sep 2008 01:10:00 GMT

the street call out for me to lay down

This is odd, in its lack of concern for its feet, and all the places it has taken it. The prompt failed, the man left staring at the camera, into the living rooms of the world. Momentum mentioned unde...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 01:00:00 GMT

miles on your face

the all scratched faces stares into glass, covered in tape, in a hope that it will not fall in, making crapthe bind sinking of hope. like the cats teeth into birds, of that sort the mans lies bleed ou...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 18:09:00 GMT

Poems about characters

.There was a slow spell between the two parties that was a mess of weak ideas. No clean up just the blank plastic steps. And our livers hurt as much as the hands holding bottles. Onslots of pine trees...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 21:23:00 GMT

more shit form my phone

POEMSONE This in its slow rubbing flat face motion. That call of old plastic ghosts on dash boards. Face the nice folks first then make your way back to the ass holes. Up there throats in fools gold. ...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 20:15:00 GMT

things from my phone

after drinking for two days i took this pictureI took a picture of my self from the camera at the job i had in febdriving my carpoems1Of showers that fight the bold smile on it's flat land old reno so...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 19:54:00 GMT

crushing these doubts

One the eve of cancer, the spreading that will crack the rest of you health apart and fall into the drain, crawling back out and laying down in the shower for about an hour. Sick as a clack film that ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 19:03:00 GMT

Horns busting the man

All coins roll into the slots and seize a great sound that hums and keeps the neighborhood up at night. A force that pulls a decision to the earth faster than you could chose. And lets us see up for w...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:22:00 GMT