Topher Stole The Cookies From The Cookie Jar!

About Me

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'a topher cocktail consists of one part filth, two parts poop, and five parts poetry.'- Shane
"With an attitude as bad ass as a puppy, and the boyish charm of nsync comes: TOPHER C!"- Eric

"Topher is like a furry little teddy bear that I love to play with...and hes super smart too"- Britney

"Too much like myself to love any less." - Tasha

"my more fabulous other half with the impeccable taste for all things of aesthetic merit and the rare knack of deconstructing the english language into a hypnotic experience of mind-blowing proportions" - Jo

I like words more then I like most people. I like boys just as much as I hate them. I'm not a bitter person, I just play one on TV. I'm very nice. I'm very cruel. I write poetry, and sometimes I read poems outloud.
You wanna do the work of god? Why not do ALL the work of god?
SO! Let's talk about The Bible
Oh Yeah! I'm In A BAND !!!!!
I kiss on the first date

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

A.I.M= xy green apples

"It is clear that I must find my other half, but is it a he, or a she? What does this person look like? Identical to me? Or somehow complementary? Does my other half have what I don't? Did he get the looks? The luck? The love? Were we really separated forcibly or did he just run off with the good stuff? Or did I? Will this person embarrass me? What about sex? Is that how we put ourselves back together again? Or can two people actually become one again?' -Hedwig and the angry inch

You Are an Appletini
Most of the time, you're a typical party girl / guy.
But when you get super sauced, you really up your sex appeal. What Mixed Drink Are You? What type of homo are you?
You're an emo queer!! Congratulations,you're part a the newest , fastest growing breed of unconforming conformists. You're cool and you rule, witty and cute. You have a lot of friends and your always in the know about whats hot and what's not. Not to mention, you have an excellent fashion sense.
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My Blog

Shows, CDs, and Podcasts, oh my!! Update on my life!

Hello wonderful world of myspace, let me first say I'm very sorry for not doing a better job maintaining and updating this page. However, during my time away from cyber space (I'm still addicted to te...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 08:06:00 GMT

Point Of View (poem)

Point Of View. Your frailty makes Me stronger Turns my untrained Limbs To rumbling landscapes Of muscular Ridges Your inadequacies Make me want to Break you Be the one Who chips away At you The one wh...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 06:31:00 GMT

Pennies From Heaven: The Day She Crashed

Pennies From Heaven: The Day She Crashed. When she crashed Her great belly Exploded With gold coins children reachingsmudged hands into Gutters Urging their arms To grow quicker[Every time it ra...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 05:25:00 GMT

Youth Vs. Power (Poem)

The vulgar youth'sarched spine Cracks like woodMatches Struck to hard Their mouths Stuffed with aged flesh cause they don't know any better Bouncing tight Thighs and ass WalkAcross tanned Amber ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Oct 2008 06:52:00 GMT

Drunk (poem)

It's a night to be drunk To swing with wine stained lips From the legs of lovers To break string of pearls around Passionate peach colored necks- The swag of limp Smoke filled fabric Formality ...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 20:02:00 GMT

Waiting for the N (A Poem For Brooklyn)

I. Arrival So big This city of brick giants And grumbling trains Trying to conceal the wonder In my face I have been here before The perfect visitor Trying to blend myself Into the stains on...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 19:44:00 GMT

Lance Bass can lick my donkey dick!

Alright, so as everyone knows Lance Bass came out of the closet. now, thats all well and good, and I'm really happy that someone who experience such mainstream success had the balls to come out and sa...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 11:27:00 GMT

This Bed (Poem)

This bed wide and lonely like Fallen Countries Wasteland of stained sheets Like polluted oceans the last survivor Of my laying place I remember your body Eclipsing the sun I built a temple to...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 19:22:00 GMT

Wall (poem)

I counted every brick In that wall Calculating the precise Point of weakness Wanting to watch it Crumble in a pile of Forgotten history I would pull you From the ruble Name you survivor Tel...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 00:03:00 GMT

Sins of the father (poem)

I suffer for the sins of the fathers The misplaced prayers of the mothers The erratic pleasure of the children I suffer for the family value Worth more in flesh then the Forgotten crest carved ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 16:00:00 GMT