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About Me

Profile Edited by MPS MySpace Editor 2.0Moody, dark and a definate social anxiety dissorder. (alcohol helps alot with that). Very bad spelling skills. Lonely but happy. Horror movies make me horny. Especially bad B-rate 70's horror films. Panties and boobies are really funny words. And I love my cat Sean Conery. PBR is the best beer ever made. But I like the finer stuff too like Shlitz and Southern Crass. I have problems comming up with things to wear and getting my hair right. (Being a perfectionist really fucking sucks sometimes!) I love vaginas. They're fun to look at and play with and to put things in. I miss my parents and love them very much. I was taught manners and chivallry. Modern romance is still alive. I'm a musicall snob. Your music will allways suck! (Unless I like it then its good). Robert Smith is a fucking genius! So is Peter Murphy but only in Bauhaus. Litter bugs suck! So do people who don't wash their hands after they pee. I have a bit of OCD. But don't we all. (On! Off!, On! Off! - AM! PM!, AM! PM!). I love my gay friends and my straight friends. I love winter trees and the things they make me write about. Poetry is dead but not to me..... And what ever happened to Tommy Grand?
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My Blog

The Rumble-witch. (about a friends car)

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Posted by on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 19:24:00 GMT

Dandelion wine

Dandelion wine by d. douglas I picked dandelions from a cemetery one night. And drank dandelion wine from tiny glasses that tasted like corpses. They crumbled all the headstones a...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 03:21:00 GMT

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

Everything was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt by d. douglas Neat rows of eight on fields. Neat rows of eight falling down. Neat rows of red meat clothed by bullets. Neat rows of ...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 23:12:00 GMT

And it snows like pollen

And it snows like pollen by d. douglas The children have all lain down again. They are trying to keep themselves together& But the fires will pull them apart. It...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 00:28:00 GMT

Untitled....They shine the cheeks like stars down which they flow.

Untitled by d. douglas They shine the cheeks down which they flow. They shine like stars the cheeks down which they flow. They are stars on the cheeks down which they flow. The...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 14:30:00 GMT

Found: 1 pair of roller-skates

Found: 1 pair of roller-skates by d. douglas You are on roller-skates. And they sound like (little) trains. You are pigtails and smiles in a "get on or fuck-off" tank top. The st...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 20:31:00 GMT

Carry the Corpse

Carry the Corpseby d. douglas Carry the corpsewhile its blood is still young.Wet, warmand spilling.Carry itwhile its carnage is leakingand its musclestill twitches. ...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 21:21:00 GMT

Out.....

Out by d.douglas The fog is close. -Paranormal. Trees hang down in gloom dripping sadness onto yellow potch-mark concrete. Streets lights glow Through thin dark filament paper. Smeared. Less...
Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 14:51:00 GMT

Thanks for the name, Millie..."The man with a hole in his head"

The man with a hole in his head By d. douglas Millie comes and sets beside me on the pale green coffin lawn. She just came from the park where she met a man with a hole in his head. ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 09:42:00 GMT

The Dream

The Dream by d. douglas This is a dream. That is in reality I am asleep. In the dream I cannot find you. I am anxious and in a hurry. Consequently I am running. I am running through a street. It is...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 10:26:00 GMT