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Mr Barky Von Schnauzer

I am here for Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I am j 5:5:5 filling my time... reading, writing, working on a career in the bank, volunteering at the McAuley House, trying to survive in my cold smallstudio appt, shootn pool, spending time with the fam, limit poker, Rueben connoisseur, Retired Rugby Phlanker, consuming massive amounts of generic ginger ale, day dreamer, side job landscaper, the gym, horse shoes and handgrenades, half Chourico half Kielbasa, blind faith, vodka & wine, part time mind reader, Quarter wings, Bread maker, hiking n climbn Mt Washington, ripple potato chips, mommas boy, playin heads up gin rummy, Newcastle / Magic Hat / Harpoon / Longtrail, cheezit's n chex mix, listening to good music, listening to loud music, listening.. to foreign music which i cant interpret but still enjoy, dancing, being frugal/cheap, seriously sharp chedder cheese slut, good Bourbon/Whiskey on the rocks, good eats, brown baggin it, bannanas and yogurt, master debater, tastefully tatto'd, PBR, Blade Sidemeat, voted most likely to be insensitive, sparetime videogamer, danceoff's, the library, attempting to slowly learn German & Polish, supportin the Sox and Pats...trying to live the Americana dream one day at a time...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Bizarro jay, Grizzly adams, Ted Williams, Koontz & King, Hemingway, Henry Chinaski, Raskolnikov, Odd Thomas, Frank Sinatra, and the lady in red...

My Blog

I cant believe its not Air... .. .

Ocean of Words. Fields of Green and Blue Gold. Moonlight Drive. Hot Sand. Confused Clouds. Mindless Thoughts. Endless Depths. Ace of Spades. Ice Water. Round of Thieves. Lumberjack Pancakes. Pedestria...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 14:24:00 GMT

Flatline... .. .

Desperately seeking you... I still have rythm and i can still feel the pulse of your body. You curse my everyday thoughts. I see you in the faces of strangers as they walk down the street. The sound o...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 17:55:00 GMT

Bait... .. .

Depression sets in... The water doesnt just seem to soak him to the bone, but also to the depths of his very soul. The boat rocks him like an angry mother. His sea legs are so bad that only a bar stoo...
Posted by on Tue, 15 May 2007 17:55:00 GMT

Pavement... .. .

On a cold tuesday morning you wake to the steady cry of the phone. You finnaly get the news you wern't waiting for - flying - your buttons miss their holes - you dance on one leg - struggle with ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 05:55:00 GMT

Wrinkles & Rocking Chairs... .. .

He thinks to himself... I could be easy like Sunday morning - as he slapps her ass and calls her betsy. But her real name is Pollyanna. He shrugs - She's a bit of a flirt - but she has a nice round as...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 17:55:00 GMT

The switch... .. .

Hot love. Warm embrace. Tepid Sacrafice. We find ourselves in a tangle. Lost in each other. I juggle emotions - Toss'd into the unknown. Collision & Collateral damage. Untill we wake - I will see ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:55:00 GMT

Prophet... .. .

Its 4th and goal and Im still thirsty. I am the dry sponge yearning for that last drop. I sitt beneath a tree - lost in shade - daydreaming clouds. The cool breeze reminds me of yesterday - when ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 05:55:00 GMT

Madnesss... .. .

A man wakes from his bed and realizes he's still dreaming. Although, he knows his life is not a nightmare. He rubs his eyes - Blinks - and pushes through. His work shirt and tie are a c...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 05:55:00 GMT