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Myspace Layouts Myspace Generators Myspace LayoutsMyspace LayoutsI'm gutless, yet I have a firm handshake and eye contact is practiced in the mirror between the hours of 6:30 and 7:30 A.M. So, when I stare through somebody, I'm actually staring at myself in my worst form. That is the core of my insecurity, your worst day. I offer nothing to this world but a dirty index finger that points at everyone but myself. I cry when the tabloids speak of celebrity break ups because the quality of paper that most of them use tends to cut my asshole. I have a habit of making friends with the dead and dying because, as most relationships go in this world, they do just that. With the dead and dying, I get right to the point. It seems that success is in the eye of the beholder and thank God I'm blind because had EYE had the gift of sight i would be homeless because I'm never satisfied. All joking aside, I love to live in the shadows of greater men for it isn't the fear of attaining my zenith but the love for wallowing in my lack of ascent. I hate peach cobbler but loved the limbs of the peach tree my mother pruned when I was six. ...Maybe I was five. Nevertheless, we were in love. This box asks about me... I don't know me. If I did, I would not be on this sight trying to communicate that which cannot be said.

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We were friends and have grown distant from one another. But it is right that should be so; let us not dissemble and obscure it, as if it were something to be ashamed of. We are two ships, each of which has its destination and its course; our paths can cross and we can celebrate a feast togehter, as we did - and then the brave ships lay so peacefully in one harbour and under one sun that it might seem they had already reached their destination and both had one destination. But then the almighty power of our tasks again drove us apart, to different seas and different climes, and perhaps we shall never see one another again - or perhaps if we do we shall not recognize one another: different seas and sun have changed us! That we had to grow distant from one another is the law over us... There is probably a tremendous invisible curve and star orbit within which our so different paths and destinations may be included as tiny stretches of the way - let us raise ourselves to this thought! But our life is too short and our power of vision too weak for us to be more than friends in this sense of that exalted possibility. -And so let us believe in our friendship in the stars, even if we did have to be enemies on earth. -Friedrich Nietzsche

My Blog

Oath of Reflection

This time around I want the world to recognize the choices I made, not as strangers in their small town, but as necessary vagabonds that recycle the trash they carelessly toss about the street.&n...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 16:43:00 GMT

My So Called Home

I am, and have been, since I was immaculately conceived, addicted to chaos. I had zero shame in my distorted principles. I would justify the transaction of flesh, drink in any and preferably, every ...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 07:33:00 GMT

The Sioux

"I'm part Sioux." Said Shane before he buried his nose into a line of meth. Coke was getting expensive and Shane had been trying to convince me that meth was cheaper and lasted longer. It was cheaper...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 21:29:00 GMT

Without Heart

Even pain becomes neutral if we can tolerate it long enough but if we continue to put a veil over it, we continue to give pain color and value. What would inspire us if we didn't have pain? I guess ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 11:03:00 GMT

My face hurts... Can you take your foot off of it? No? O-Kay.

Having the courage to be comfortable with oneself only reminds the majority what they themselves haven't the courage to do or be and when one is threatened by such fact they assume the position of num...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 21:06:00 GMT

The Ghost of Iscariot

The building tops are curious and the trees below bend and plie as the ghost of Iscariot rustles through the dying leaves and whistles with the swans. The Caribou are restless. They stare at me betwe...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 22:08:00 GMT

Ocean of Rhyme

It would be enough, I suppose, if she carried the weight of two hearts. Is that too much to ask? One could carry the burden of breaking time and again while the other lived, without judgement, compl...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 21:40:00 GMT

...sections and reflections

Another week had passed. My body, thanks to youth, was feeling stronger each day. I was having a hard time focusing and an even harder time trying to sleep. And because I was hardly sleeping, I cou...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 08:49:00 GMT

^^vv but more of the vv

???Clandestine hands hover above my heart, clamoring its true might and disgust for mediocrity.The hands, disguised as hate and micro management, have hindered my heart with massage to such an extent ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 01:21:00 GMT

Words

BellyThe truth of man is neither smaller nor larger than the greenest of flesh's first breath, nor the grayest of ash's last step. It is the brainless belly of obesity, overwhelming and sailing our sh...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 01:14:00 GMT

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