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Sean

Wink in the after-light and forgive the blinded bight

About Me

On or about the 4th of December 1980, two recently married warm bodied Mormons decided to perform the act of coitus. At the conclusion of this act, ejaculate containing millions of genetic tadpoles charged there way through winding vitals, found an egg, fertilized it and with a stroke of divine greatness fruited a fetus, that three trimesters later became a handsome bald headed baby boy springing from the loans of a mother. After a quick session of artificial respiration the boy began to breath air, grow curly locks, learn to walk and talk (although not that well)go to school and hate it, join the military to SCUBA dive, travel to far off lands to finally end up sitting at a computer typing his myspace profile like the rest of the Internet community who see the greatness in web spaces like this, for they are an invaluable way to express yourself as an artist or simply as a human being, trying to make sense of a world long forgotten.Get MySpace Layouts from nUCLEArcENTURy .COM OR create your own using MySpace profile editor !!!
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I don't really consider someone I interact with over the Internet as "meeting" them, but I'll except the language chosen and say I would like to "meet" people with similar interests and people with different interests. People who run fast and walk slow, people who aren't against the revolution but with it, people who hear the music in the air and in the trees, people who see faces in the sky and in the sand, people who like to stand naked in the rain and swim naked in the sea and (to quote the great Jack Kerouac)"people who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes "Awww!”Yea that about sums it up. "The only people for me are the mad ones"

My Blog

28 Words Near Waterton National Park

In box of pickup God a white dog Sits looking like a sage in wisdom's coat With a wet beard of life In a Chevy Silverado Wagging Eternity
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 21:51:00 GMT

Permanent Address

Enormous stucco house mountains, automobiles cubed, locked in automobile garage cages, motorcycles squared on long brick-dead home roads silhouetting birds in birdbath brooding where's my tree? Errin...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 09:13:00 GMT

Her Eyes in New Day

Her Eyes in New Day   Yellow blossoms              Flowering in new day sun,  Green sky encircling the bloom    &nb...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 22:41:00 GMT

THE SYZYGY SUTRA

I stood Then strolled through a pomelo Forest to sit on the graves of grown over Ancestors and listen to the popping fire Candles in the glowing center dust-light Late winter afternoon of New...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 05:56:00 GMT

Two Poems for the P.I.

Without camera, in the beautiful slate jungle, among, what must still be this side of hell,a Filipino frigate steams Manila bay,it sets into the grey; a milieu for the three year old naked boys, bum c...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 20:44:00 GMT

AN UNSPEAKABLE VISION OF THE INDIVIDUAL

Holding the coffee pot over my erect penis, I pondered the pain in life and cried tears thatI watched drip into stir fry, forming from inner tension, with a oil viscosity while drinking the red waxy s...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 09:32:00 GMT

ANSWERS FROM ATOP THE WALL

On street life, on slumming the yellow chewing gum of life,bottom of your shoe, underside of my soul most here have not, and forgotten, nay forgot not, No peso from pa   &nbs...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 20:28:00 GMT

Bangkok Blues

I wake up dead in my morning no time to tell, and pear out my window to see the stone wall of layered brink at night I am encapsulated. I walk down the town only to hear the never ending cry of sa...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 23:10:00 GMT

Poem For Peace Fest 2007

On the smoking hills, over charred ground,A morning's bloody sent clings to the air near the shore.The flowing tide pushes the beach back, preserving the floating fish with the blood of children, enci...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 19:03:00 GMT

IN THE FIRE

My only sight tonight     is the orange song of camp fire lightBuilt high and burning hot     shining behind the spruce long  my night time lon...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 16:00:00 GMT