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yard stomper

we are the pretty, petty things...

About Me

i'm not very good at summarizing who i am like this, but i'll try: great personality, first-rate friends and famous enemies; passionate about my goals, but learning to love the journey. there's lots more, believe me, but the rest you'll just have to ask for...

My Interests

books, writing, films, theatre, live music, bars, coffee, hanging out, hiking, breakfast with the love of my life, (watching her laugh), listening to a friend in need, finding ways to be a better human being, realizing that things could always be worse, living with near-perfection and enjoying my faults is a good way to be... just about anything, really, as long as I'm with good company. (fuck, i sound way too serious right now. ok, the truth is: i really enjoy watching someone get fisted.)

I'd like to meet:

us in 20 years...

Books:

paradise lost, the tropic of cancer, the fountainhead, shantaram, the catcher in the rye, great gatsby, and so many others -- though i'm very picky.

Heroes:

my parents.

My Blog

meet me at the bench

that boy stood there for what must have been an hour, his untouched fingers waiting for the light, for what might be a great possibility. and what else is there in life but our stupid hopes?one came b...
Posted by yard stomper on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 01:22:00 PST

the walk

strange, so strange,strange so that i do not knowwhy those skies, above and high,can look down from up to see us by,why those stars, so bright and far,can shine free upon us from where ...
Posted by yard stomper on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 06:54:00 PST

pause

this has to end. there must be--oh, god, please tell me,i must see a conclusion. and if you grant me one wish,make the conclusion sweet, my dear.for, you see, i've already gone throughmore than w...
Posted by yard stomper on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 09:27:00 PST

there she is

please, you don't even know me. you have become just another part of a fading story-- one I will gladly tellif I manage to recallthose nights when we satto watch our two hearts fall,to feel our two ha...
Posted by yard stomper on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 07:47:00 PST

morning

very early, at break of day's dawn,i discovered that I can no longer hold on.there is no placeleft,no light in the shade,no place in my heartwhere love could be madeand no hope --at all --for tho...
Posted by yard stomper on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 06:29:00 PST