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About Me



It's not too much of an ability to see through people's bullshit in a world where no one cares about the truth. I'm a museless former writer, a fun zombie, a lost soul trying to get away from myself... Keats' name was writ in water, and mine is written in air. I internally think of myself as a balance of a sort. I change things.Not always for the better.That's all of our roles though, right? So I'm an object, and a place, but never a time.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

On St Patrick's Day, 2008, an epic event occured. A nasty, foul event, which took me many, many irish carbombs to undertake. If i ever meet Old gregg, my answer to his most famous question shall be "Yes". Here is the proof. (pudding not included)

My Blog

the machine

So I'm just this everything, This conciousness, This everything. And I'm supposed to synchronize with The machine, The machine, always blinking Always beeping. Always feeding, always Believing. ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Dec 2009 00:24:00 GMT

neohuman shorts

Renwar. The edge of my blade hums despite the hard vacuum surrounding me. It slices cleanly, severing the core from its host. I rotate slowly away from the spray of greenish liquid globules, facing th...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Oct 2009 15:07:00 GMT

Neo human manifestation story.

BEGIN PREVIEW:Citadel Journal database Entry No. 35265789659. . .Subject: My change.Author: Brandon Riggs, Codename: HossI remember my childhood. Normal Family, white life in the suburbs. I didn't com...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Sep 2009 20:06:00 GMT

what is the peculiar arithmetic of my soul?

"neo- haiku"or"Scattered sayings simultaneously said"but this isn't rocky and bullwinkle,so lets go with the first one.*priorityRapid fire assumptions out of nowherenothing seems to matter as muchas m...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 17:07:00 GMT

a melody softly soaring thru my atmosphere

the years stretch out behind me like flattened roadkill.Memories floating up through the fog of time...i might as well write some shit.-= futility =-your face.your eyes, closed.lips, slightly parted.e...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 23:15:00 GMT

about a void

this is about no one.its just a damn song, a damn poem.read into it whatever you want. it was private, but i changed it. because, really, fuck it. why should i hide anything?-= Your Mistake =-She is s...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 09:42:00 GMT

the manuscript-- chapter 1.

Ok, this is a story I wrote maybe 6 years ago now. I am literally retyping it, word for word, because the only copy I have now is a paper copy, due to my laptop being FUBAR. I will post every chapter ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 07:40:00 GMT

im missin you bad, i never sleep

i ask for one thing in this entire world of wonders and worries. one thing in a universe of possibilities, pleasures, pains. i beg for one thing only, for one dream truly:(its in your eyes, altho...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:33:00 GMT

An apology

Alright, let's just get this straight:I'm still in here, somewhere underneath this neurotic mess I've been lately. I assure you that beneath the emo-ness I am still the same person that you liked to h...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 22:57:00 GMT

this is me angry

no one cares about truth or honor or love.everyone is just here to get as much as they can in this world, like one of those godawful shopping spree shows-- ignorant fucks grabbing shit recklessly, hop...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 19:04:00 GMT