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killing fashion since 1983

I am NOT emo. I just can't pull off short hair....

About Me

if you are the definition of a myspace whore:i will NOT add you.no pic, no good.DO NOT use my page for your adds unless you know i like you. you'll know..if your profile is private ..please unlock it for a bit so i can see you or chances are good i WILL NOT add you.or message me before adding me and save time.killing fashion
since 1983

mail me.add me.throw me.keep me.music.writing.as don cheadle's character commented in the film, the united states of leland, you are not a writer unless people read your work, so in his estimation, i am an aspiring writer. of course the irony of life is that an author or artist frequently is not recognized or esteemed until after their death..so i'll work with "aspiring" for now..
i love pets. i have always been a dog (dogs should be above my knee, any dog smaller seems more like a rat to me. i don't mind rats, at least i don't hate or fear them, just saying that a very small dog does not really impress on me the fact that it is a dog) person but now i like cats too.
i love martial arts. i love to learn and perform and teach and talk and obsess about them.
i love to go to concerts. etcetera……this is what i look like…

My Interests

glam. fashion. raw rock. for your drive-by convenience..

[T•A•A] Oozing with a twist of ecstasy out of a deadened, depraved state of time of mind , the bitterness that had sunk its masticates so deep into once fresh flesh of my heart begins to weaken and its blinding and searing, captivating hold shifts and loosens. I catch my balance, intently my eyes scan and ponder the chasm, the graveyard, I loved thee so deeply my dungeon-ess, yet my sorrow over your timely death aches but faintly. The tears I've shed for thee, to thee , my life I would have given you, yet now you'll have me only with temperance . So many you've taken, me you've known. You and your so , so many gods, so enticing, so inviting, so seducing all dancing. Years, time, sweat, labor all given in your depths void return. You are heartless and cruel , I've loved you for it, still do, so do you. Old memories, of me and you, licking me over like a tongue of broken glass and ravaged rocks, you I suppose I'll always miss, ever cherish. You'll be my epic won't you love. I'm so tired of the guilt of vomiting speech after we've had our way with each other. Here I throw my thoughts my rhymes at you, dispel my ink to box you in , to feel your curves one last time. In your deceit I've already forgotten you're empty. And this was to be my happy piece.

I'd like to meet:

…the beautiful people . the beautiful people…

…and you of course…

Music:

…chris corner……the anix……the cure……Nivek Ogre……Stephan Groth……Violent Femmes……Americlone……Jet…& hellip;Discrete Encounter……The Sounds……the police……The Bravery……Fischerspooner……skinny puppy……kids in the way……ronnie martin……ladytron……shiny toy guns……Red……The Cars……the used……Pop Levi……sohodolls……The Faint……the START……my park…
…i like a bit 'o variety in my cup 'o tea: electronic/electronica, electro rock, trance music, industrial, numerous forms of hardcore, metal, hybrid, indie rock, screamo, garage, folk, deep/almost depressing poetic stuff...yeah... kinda random tastes, pretty much anything that doesn't annoy or embarrass me. not big on country or rap....sorry.






Movies:

…300…i love Bruce Lee, Jet Li, Jackie Chan, Stephen Chow, and Tony Jaa. i also like mystery science theatre 3000. Corky Romano, Zoolander, Princess Bride, pretty much anything that makes me laugh... which is a lot of stuff, like Macbeth for example... Equilibrium with Christian Bale is super. Mirrormask is a masterpiece. also a big fan of Tim Burton's movies... i love the sarcastic humor of Ryan Reynolds. Keanu Reeves is the worst actor in the world... no sorry, Ben Affleck is, Keanu is a very close number 2.

Television:

yeah... not a super big fan of it. i like the fact i can play xbox and watch movies with it, but not a broadcast fan. don't have cable either. i do like 24 and Mr. Rogers. Et fuse, et comedy central cause it's funny.

Books:

the phantom tollbooth, thinker books, stuff worth the time, not too much fiction. clive staples lewis and contemporaries, don miller, rick mckinley, hannah burnard, so on and so forth.

Heroes:

Yashua (Jesus Christ.) i respect and enjoy talking to and reading works from fathers of the faith. i have much to learn. i really, really admire the martyrs that have died for, and to further The Word and The Way. then Batman, by far and without question or competition the greatest super hero of all time bar none.

My Blog

For All my Heroes

A wave of migraine begins to dance around my head again,Like a ballroom invitation that I ignored,But a significant other forced to begin. Some kind of feeling of remorse, be it selfish, be it loss. T...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 12:54:00 PST

My Last Burn

As it burns away you feel it, you feel the parchment.As your lungs they crack, they feel it, and you know it, like a last breath.As your hand falls you sense it, the hurt, the "fuck it."As you look ap...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 04:57:00 PST

Life Requires Flip Flops

My feet crackle on the old, very old carpet. As i shut the door of this hallway my past winds slap me in the face one last time. Like a freezer filled with new things and things rotten the scent bring...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 01:02:00 PST

the Awkward Ethreal Slowdance

The inconstancy of my thoughts catch up to me now at this dark hour.So once again your words and people scream out at me that you're still just over the next horizon, waiting for me to return to you a...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 07:48:00 PST

Sketches of a Flower

The beauty is announced by the faintest, yet unmistakable brushes of coal and graphite on the perfectly square yet roughand brilliantly white sheet of paper.So vivid and perfect from the start, yet un...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 01:25:00 PST

THE EYES SEE HILLS

     Finally looking down with interest again, seeing the coarse, yet stable....and apparently infinite sprawl of gravel stretching on and on almost a frame for the mountains and m...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 07:27:00 PST

The Au jus Affair

Oozing with a twist of ecstasy out of a deadened, depraved state of timeof mind, the bitterness that had sunk its masticates so deep into once fresh flesh of my heart begins to weaken and its blinding...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 11:12:00 PST

Poetry for a class, written on the spot (in my defense).

~     ~     ~     ~     ~ Once there was a system, was so easy Now the fabric of tradition is swallowed Once the words w...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 08:18:00 PST

tight rope walking the credit card on my sleeve

i look sideways now while awashed in the endless seas of a thousand faces on all the walls.i sense the hopelessness, the most pervasive sadness creeps through my muscles, making my bones feel clammy a...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 02:29:00 PST

Old poems: Second wave writings.

   These are a collection of old poems I recently found, I call them "Second wave" because there have been three different periods of writing I've gone through.    I am now in my t...
Posted by killing fashion since 1983 on Tue, 02 May 2006 12:50:00 PST