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Buff

I'm just one of those things I've got to get out of my system.

About Me

I'd like the world to remember what I whispered into the ears of people greater than me.

My Interests

Paradoxes and framing the big picture.

I'd like to meet:

A lover committed to the platinum tackle.

Music:

I like the hum the universe makes.

Movies:

I like getting hit by cars, and someday I'd like to set my self on fire.

Television:

I did a commercial when I was a kid with my dad (he's an actor). Anyway I had to take off my football helmet and look up at him and say:
"Dad what is chirocraptic?" Cut!
"What is" Cut!
"Dad, what is chiropractically" Cut!
"Dad what is chiropractic?" Cut!
Anyway it was fun.

Books:

I've read a bunch of them, but not all of them or anything. I wrote one over the summer when I first moved to Flordia, but it was really cheesy. I'm working on my next one. It's called: The Hula Hoop Hypothesis

My Blog

super slinky

My conscious lost it's cape, caught  in the caper of the missing me. No more super, just a beard and braclet soaked with sweat from someone else's dream. The man of squeal, keen on the bribe of y...
Posted by Buff on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 10:02:00 PST

Pocket Change

The time was 6 beers past 9 and I'd just stopped home to snatch  a 20 and made my way to a 7-11 to grab 12 more. She asked me which way I was going and I answered in the wrong direction for the f...
Posted by Buff on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 11:15:00 PST

Red light DJ

The metranome turn signal beats a rhyme in my head On a lonely ride home where I'm a red light DJChanging tunes as fast as I change my mind about my feelingsAnd the EKG tempo in my chest takes a left ...
Posted by Buff on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 12:44:00 PST

Rusty buttons, and pockets of now.

A "rusty pocket full of buttons" was what she said. And I had to give her credit for the full moon in my mind. The contoured glass and the free whiskey had done a number on me. But the jealous stain ...
Posted by Buff on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 01:56:00 PST

Hurricane days

I don't remember if it was a boy or a girl, but I woke up to a breakfast of coffee and Irish cream at noon. I wore a pink bikinni on a ten dollar dare, and we waded to the car, just an amazon princess...
Posted by Buff on Fri, 22 Sep 2006 09:26:00 PST

the kiss

Walking down the patchwork street, reflections of quartz and gum beneath my gaze. The remnants of your southern most saliva still glistening on my lips only to evaporate as quickly as your memory. The...
Posted by Buff on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 10:43:00 PST

Her name was Jenny

A girl of hellfire topped with whip cream. Broken cherry stems bleeding even before the wound an ashtray smile, surrounded by bottles of misfortune too often pantless in her grand parents front lawn ...
Posted by Buff on Tue, 23 May 2006 11:12:00 PST

New understanding lost

My ciggerettes speak volumes in languages I baerely understand, punctuated by puffs.  The unique cursive leaks into my mind and I write about something I feel, but do not understand. The bil...
Posted by Buff on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 01:19:00 PST

cheers, shucks and cuckie r law

They say there are only 13 stories known to man kind. 13 different plots twisted and contrived into new and different pages plastered with one liners from 13 unlucky characters of different names from...
Posted by Buff on Sat, 28 Jan 2006 01:00:00 PST

the past and then nothing

Staring across a smokey bar at two girls who's souls I waded knee deep though and realizing tonight that I don't know them anymore. And they don't know me.  A me they helped create, but a me they...
Posted by Buff on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 11:52:00 PST