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About Me


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[i'm pretty easy. and you have nothing on me.]
[if you have a statue in the city centre, you could go past it every day on your way to school and never even notice it, right - but as soon as someone puts a traffic cone on its head, you've made your own sculpture.]
<[b>-banksy]
[it's just the way i am. i can't step up, i want to be in the dark at the back of a club. i don't read press, i don't go on the internet much, i'm just not into it. it's like the lost art of keeping a secret, but it keeps my tunes closer to me and other people.]
<[b>-burial]
[sometimes, you say, i wear
an abstracted look that drives you
up the wall, as though it signified
distress or disaffection.
don’t take it so to heart.
maybe i enjoy not-being as much
as being who I am.]
<[b>-stanley kunitz]
["anger is in my work as a cleansing agent. i don't mean that in a pedantic way, not as a cleansing agent that is cathartic or purging. i mean anger as an agent that propels you to take action. to write down your own rules, to make your own rules, to create your own universe. why should i embrace [society's] constructs? why should i look up at it as this formidable paradigm that will save me? there's no reason. i have to derail it. i have to create my own."]
["i think it's important for us as a people who are not embracing the status quo to discover our own road to what you might want to call redemption or salvation. it has nothing whatsoever to do with the judeo-christian idea of salvation or redemption. it has to do with a certain kind of peace that you find within yourself and you transmit hopefully through a generous act to your community."]
<[b>-reza abdoh]
[this ain't for the ones
that just love for fun
that just love and run
that just hold the gun
this is for
those that bleed
that want but have no need
this ain't for the war
this is only
for lovers only]
<[b>-maxwell]

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

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[carr&nat]

]outsiders<[br />

My Blog

glimpsed and gone

Why Did the Kissing Start?Because of leavings:  silt-drift, silicathat falls and turns to rock in us.Because we are foolish and will not last.Because in the murk of duskshe trilled to the bats in Ital...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 13:22:00 GMT

[Smiling past them]

SalesMiguel might, if he speaks english, call the colorsof ukeleles stretching their necks from yardsof canvas duffel yoked across his shouldersaurora azul, cherry pop or mojito green,under the Pac He...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 14:01:00 GMT

[trying to heave itself back]

WaitChop, hack, slash; chop, hack, slash; cleaver, boning knife, ax not even the clumsiest clod of a butcher could do this so crudely, time, as do you, dismember me, render me, leave me slop in a pai...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 19:46:00 GMT

[those contingencies intended]

Man on the Moon Hardly a feature in the evening skyAs yetnear the horizon the cold glowOf rose and mauve which, as you look on high,Deepens to Giotto's dream of indigo. Hardly a star as yet. And then...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 10:28:00 GMT

[the quiet]

Excuse for a Love Poem It must have been the last drink that made me feel like this.A woman looking in a store windowstood the way you do;a man drove a truck with a childin his lap and somehow this to...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 17:23:00 GMT

[feverishly warm]

On Wanting to Tell [] about a Girl Eating Fish Eyes how her loose curls float above each silver fish as she leans in to pluck its eyes You died just hours ago. Not suddenly, no. You'd been dying so...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Nov 2008 21:02:00 GMT

[distinguishable, with practice]

Stubbornly For RLB Pass by the showy rose, blabbing open, suckling a shiny beetle; pass by the changeless diamond that falls asleep in shadow this love is a lichen, alga and fungus made one fleck,...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 03:20:00 GMT

[near though strange]

Like the Back of My Hand It was only that I noticed the jointsthe larger oneson my fingers, that they resembled knots in an old oak,and below them each hair a pinprick, the skin riddled like an old ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 23:02:00 GMT

[the breath of an abandoned cave]

Love Poem for Wednesday You're the day after Tuesday, before eternity.You're the day we ran out of tomatoes and used tiny packets of ketchup instead. You are salt, no salt, too much salt, a hangover.Y...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 13:03:00 GMT

[tomorrow will draw the dreamer]

24/7 The one cashier is dozing head nodding, slack mouth open, above the cover girl spread out before her on the counter smiling up with indiscriminate forgiveness and compassion for everyone who isn...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 20:44:00 GMT