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waste of skin

penknives and jack

About Me

the mirror reflects nothing. is nothing. singing songs off key. dancing around while the flies watch on. the fear slices against the smooth of my skin. and i know the scars are not permanent. eyes so smudged, lips so blue, nose so red. stumble along. along on home. i cant help myself. spitting in the face of achievement.

My Interests

Bukowski. Kerouac. self medication. gypsies. whiskey. making things out of nothing. writing. photography. getting along with everyone and choosing not to. hitch hiking when needed. bridges. trains. hiking. music with originality. wearing short skirts. cigarettes. people without purpose who have rediculous ideas. most of my interests come and go. i miss wild nights.

I'd like to meet:

the boozed and the debauched.

Music:

Here's to the watchers in the wood, here's to the last days, unto us a most inspired song.

Movies:

Everything is illuminated, Amelie, Last of the mohigans, Fight club, Boondock saints, Blow, Requiem for a dream, Clint Eastwood westerns, Girl,interrupted

Television:

The young ones

Books:

PULP

My Blog

11tzzsx

The days no longer pass like crashing sunsets or raging storms. All it took was one night to realise all my doubts. All my faults.And the disaster of lips too tight. Lips too loose.The light in the sk...
Posted by waste of skin on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 05:27:00 PST

I'm Trying

Energy to think comes in secondsIt's proven when things get betterthey then get worseLately hanging out with peoplejust makes me feel more lonelySuddenly everything on the tip of my tonguedoesn't seem...
Posted by waste of skin on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 09:58:00 PST

one reason why i fail at school

All the paintings of people who wish they were realAnd the hands that paint themwish they were notThe claws dig into the groundThe horns cut open the skyStandingStaringinto a downtown window(a far cry...
Posted by waste of skin on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 10:01:00 PST

an act is not a wound

this weight is too much to bearand your last thoughts sink methe poet's wall is devoid of blank spacesand all the faces are devoid of trutha memory hangs above a parking lota word carved in the corner...
Posted by waste of skin on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 03:40:00 PST

Long Night

It all startedwhile I was waiting in line.For what I don't know.But it drove me mad,standing there,meeting glares,stares.I picked at a few scabs on my arm,till my impatient footkicked an ugly chair.I ...
Posted by waste of skin on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 08:31:00 PST

dont be an ass...make my day

SURVEY 1. Who are you? 2. Are we friends? 3. When and how did we meet? 4. Do you talk to me a lot? 5. Do you think I am attractive? 6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. 7. Describe me ...
Posted by waste of skin on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST