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Pilgrim

I am here for Dating and Friends

About Me


www.layoutpimper.comThe pool players, seven at the golden shovel
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Thin gin. We
Sing sin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may; old time is still a flying, and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow shall be dying.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

We are the Pilgrims, Master. We shall go
always a little farther. It may be
beyond that last blue mountain, barred with snow
across that angry or that glimmering sea
white on a throne or guarded in a cave
there lives a Prophet who can uncerstand
why men are born...

'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

My Blog

I met all the boys and I loved myself a few in the classifieds.

Self-sacrifice makes it easier to sacrifice others without blinking.  --CrimethInc Ex-Worker's Collective. I had an epiphany today. Today was neither good nor bad. I wasn't ecstatic, but I wasn'...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 16:33:00 GMT

I met all the boys and I loved myself a few in the classifieds.

Self-sacrifice makes it easier to sacrifice others without blinking.  --CrimethInc Ex-Worker's Collective. I had an epiphany today. Today was neither good nor bad. I wasn't ecstatic, but I wasn'...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 16:33:00 GMT

A fable.

A fable is a short story or anecdote with a moral or lesson hidden in it. One day, I saw a fable happen right in front of my eyes but I never realized what it was until yesterday. Someone once told me...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 08:52:00 GMT

How can we win when fools can be kings?

I have counselling tomorrow, and I'm not really particularly looking forward to it. Stephen King would kill me, I know, because I used two adverbs in a row in that sentence and he hates adverbs in gen...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 08:47:00 GMT

Dirges in the Dark

One year ago today, Alex Westover died. I can't write anything poigantly poetic enough to tell you how empty I've felt since then. I can't write anything haunting and beautiful enough to tell you why ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 05:02:00 GMT

The Monster in the Dark.

I wear this crown of thornsUpon my liar's chairFull of broken thoughtsThat I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of timeThe feelings disappear. You are someone elseAnd I am still right here. What have I...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 05:22:00 GMT

God bless you, Dr. Kervorkian.

Sunday, January 6, 2008, I woke up in Carrollton, Georgia, where I had been staying with friends, packed my shit, and left for Ellijay. My friend Shelly was with me. We stopped in Atlanta, ate supper,...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 02:45:00 GMT

Everyone I know goes away in the end.

and no good deed goes unpunished. I'm lost.
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 16:07:00 GMT

Waiting for the hint of a spark

Every year since I can remember, at the end of the year I make a list of things I gained that year, things I lost, and things I learned. This year, I'm in the red. This year was a total loss. This ye...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 20:35:00 GMT

We conquered them all with TV dinners and shopping malls.

Did they show you how the West was wonWhen you were young?Did they show you how to hold a gun,How to walk into a setting sun?Do you believe in freedom advertised? Do you believe that we've been hypnot...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 13:30:00 GMT