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I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

" I Can't go on I'll go on."
Samuel Beckett

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

" It's time to prove to your friends that your worth a damn. Sometimes that means killing alot of people."
Syn City
' By routes obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly,
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space - Out of Time.
- Opening Verse Edgar Allen Poe's Dream-Land

My Blog

to hot to write

Sweatin on the asphault, slow daze coming slow days goin goin carryin on.  Smokin cigarettes till your head falls off, feelin the sun on your neck, swimin in a sea of black spot., tripping on the stai...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Oct 2009 16:45:00 GMT

Cross Dressed Cage Fighter vs. Drunk Guy Vid , most excellent.

So I'm browsing the news this mornin and I come up on this video.  A group of violent drunk brits meets a couple cross dressed MMA fighters out for a night on the town. Enjoy.
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 08:00:00 GMT

Street Spirits , Exit Music and Madness

Keep breathing, it'll be ok.Keep breathing, for me,Keep breathing, and never forget,I'll be waiting.A series of cigarettes gives way to choking sobs,  bleeding knuckles.Ground that would not be given,...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Sep 2009 11:17:00 GMT

holes

see you watching me in the mirror know your there the ghost of a the shadow in the corner the clouded shape in my dream of some undefinable intangible idea thought memory something else entirely like ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Sep 2009 20:29:00 GMT

notice

It's never enough, and she says It's not enough. It's never enough, and she says It's not, It's not, It's not, It's not enough.This notice brought to you by HORSE The Band.
Posted by on Thu, 10 Sep 2009 07:23:00 GMT

passing time

Feeling more and more like a ghost with every passing evening I'm passing through the filter breathing deep the ether. Smoking cigarettes like clutching at a delicately woven tapestry unraveling benea...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Sep 2009 00:43:00 GMT

Modern World just a little self rightous short.

Dawn rises red above the living wastelands, endless miles of churning engines and disgruntled souls.  Spirit of a modern man  nothing more than clocks' work cogs, springs and wheels. Analytical machin...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 06:58:00 GMT

Be Constructive. ( With Your Insanity. )

Falling so fast that even the sensation of falling is suspended, plummeting is a better word but who cares anyways about letters and words and the kingdom of the alphabet all acid eroded and worm eate...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:20:00 GMT

Evening Expedition (Revised and Elongated)

Alone I rush through the near knee height grasses all pretense of stealth given way with reckless abandon to my fight or flee instincts. I've chosen to flee, correction I've chosen to fucking run. F...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 23:41:00 GMT

Martian Home Coming/ or Eddie Zero Goes Home

I had been away from the city for to long. Just thinking of all that neon and noise, the red skies and the triple processed air makes my bones ache. Something like home sick, more something than lik...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Aug 2009 02:13:00 GMT