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peter: disposable dixie cup drinker

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About Me

Peter(EighteenYearOld) Poet/Scholar/Filmmaker/Activist/Writer/
Dreamer/Psychotic/Musician/Artist/Visionary

there's a lot more to me than can be summarized in a single paragraph.

If you want to know more: message me,
I'm more than likely to respond
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My Interests

the savior of my soul, the one who makes me fly higher every new day.

I'd like to meet:

like minded audio visual psychotics/visionaries,

a British songstress,

and...

Movies:

in no particular order:

Television:

is something I try to stray from.

My Blog

american aquarium drinker

I am an American aquarium drinker I assassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you? Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning Let's undr...
Posted by peter: disposable dixie cup drinker on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 05:14:00 PST

poem - reverie

clutching the bedsheets.your eyes clench shut,as your grip tightens.endorphins rushing the skullyou keep so well locked;the key hidden in your darkest corners.you ascend into a land filledwith frighte...
Posted by peter: disposable dixie cup drinker on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 04:08:00 PST

Untitled - Poem

your face in blinking headlights:a deer would have seemed more collective as you stood, numbed by the wattagerefusing to run awaybut inspite of a reving engineyour soles remained asphixed to the pavem...
Posted by peter: disposable dixie cup drinker on Fri, 31 Mar 2006 08:40:00 PST

moving state - poem

if everyone tried more harder,     correct grammar would overflow my words and there'd be no failed expectation     or seemingly useless compliments     &...
Posted by peter: disposable dixie cup drinker on Tue, 22 Nov 2005 04:26:00 PST

Love, Inhaling - Poem

I'll think I'll personify to a cigarette a quick fix, something I can get when feeling stressed, when at a low I'll light you up, inhale your smoke but onced I've puffed all there is that's it, it's o...
Posted by peter: disposable dixie cup drinker on Thu, 10 Nov 2005 08:32:00 PST

poem - ignorance ascending

if you wash my feet, I'll return the favor     with a shower of my saliva my selfishness drove those nails     into your healing hands and personal hate,   &n...
Posted by peter: disposable dixie cup drinker on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST