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Oneironaut

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

About Me

I break the bread, cloud the head, and kick the memories.

My Interests

LONG NIGHTS, HARD TIMES, lucid dreaming, making it up as I go, my picture of you, fictional worlds, screen printing, when I made her smile, lookout mountain, marijuana, higher than the telephone wires, and it's all an attempt to paint my self portrait.

I'd like to meet:

Just the freshest, just the ripest.

Music:

OSKER, DEVON WILLIAMS, FINGERS-CUT MEGAMACHINE!!!, fruit bats, city of caterpillar, the books, malady, loose fur, wilco, royal city, the album leaf, lucero, at the drive in, hank williams (sr, jr, iii), jeff buckley, mihai edrisch, madlib, mobb deep, the one am radio, orchid, piebald, saeita, songs: ohia, soul position, sound tribe sector 9, superstitions of the sky, tripple six mafia, the weakerthans, lil wayne, POS, dangerdoom, welcome the plague year, yage, billy corgan, j dilla, micranots, eyedea, DJ Abilities, the smashing pumpkins, mirah, navies, T(I)NC, the refused, the wind up bird, murs, army of ponch, atmosphere, ben kweller, cat power, brother ali, the decemberists, devendra banhart, feist, deerhoof, delarosa and asora, goldfrapp, the holy shroud, iron and wine, la quiete, ladytron, m f doom, mihai edrisch, mogwai, the mountain goats, my morning jacket, the new pornographers, the notwist, okkervil river, pinback, rouge wave, savath and savalas, sufjan stevens, thingy,

My Blog

Someone spills summer on the floor and no one minds.

The rind of the muskmelon is fleshy, brown, with two faint bruises, and as you lift it up it leaves slight imprints of your fingertips. You let the knife rest on the melon, and gravity alone splits t...
Posted by Oneironaut on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 03:53:00 PST

kid, your head's in the cloud

There are nights where you drive out past the light pollution, and the stars start to materialize, and the sky becomes an illuminated mass of sparkles, a mysterious nightlight giving off an unreadabl...
Posted by Oneironaut on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 03:47:00 PST

crack like love

I still have a scar on my knuckle from his teeth, And I'm still kickin' and clawin' my way through the grief That you instilled, after slave labor, And the broken hands that built the baby manger Th...
Posted by Oneironaut on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 03:40:00 PST