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About Me

"I am willing to sail the ocean of life. Im am willing to secure the rigging in the certain event of stife. My soul plays cards with convicts, and for some reason, I let those convicts flaunt their dirty ways at the expense of my morally damned days. I should have folded, but in order to entertain some unexplainable dream, I decided to raise" said a sorry soul who had long since relinquished what was left of his earthly control"For when such star-crossed destinations are unseen, so vanishes lust to play it clean" replied an equally burdoned beast, sympathizing with such a pitiful plight to say the least"Our sustinence isn't sustinence at all, it's a compulsion to dine! Snicker because we know that the truth is slipping down our throats with every drop of cheap wine. And so we sit back with a dripping confidence and reminisce... laughs, loves, languish, lament, and the ultimate attempt made to walk that fine white line?" a third being blerted out confidently, and with sound authenticity only paralleled by the pure loack of genuine pityThen heads swivel just as tanks take aim and by the turns taken, I know that the burden of response falls squarely on the shoulders of this particular player, in this particularly passionate game and so I must respond: "Though this ship may have been crisend as the pride of the fleet, a beautiful vessel destined to forge on just out of tradition's reach, I can see this damned junker for what it really is, a hollow broken shell bound to be found upon some forgotten beach.""To be an artist... means to ripen as the tree, which does not force its sap, but stands unshaken in the storms of spring with no fear that summer might not follow..." -Rainer Maria Rilke .r{}body {('http://home.no.net/hawkwind//pictures.jpg')}

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My Interests

Experiences, Expressions, Music, Philosophy, Friends, Knowledge, Art, Partying, Taking pathetically arrogant authority figures down a notch"Poetry is the art of using language to transcend language" -Laurence Overmire"Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art" -Maya Angelo

I'd like to meet:

a) A new friend b) Real people that provide stimulation for my rotting cranium c) A nice girl one who won't stand me up or nonchalantly let me down, one who will drag deep of me, and not simply twiddle my being around only to be promptly put out after intimately meeting both foot and ground

Music:

I love all sounds, ie: music. There is a time and a place for every genre! One's bestowed blessing is to find both!

Heroes:

real people..

My Blog

A sexually charged exchange

laura said to me: "another night, and one more 'him'adds to the list and i count on my wrist,endless, emptying lines derived of whim.and we recount the same primal spark.far from empathy, but in those...
Posted by Sam wise on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 08:57:00 PST

Here’n lies the tale, or here entails the lie?

"true it is that versions have varried, but this is the gist that I have long since in my mind carried:long ago capitalism and content got married, but capitalism got a bit greedyand ended up fu...
Posted by Sam wise on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 10:21:00 PST

Beaches bring bliss to its knees

Foot prints in the sand Side by side Proving that from memories None can hide And the light does dim A little more Inside Lovebirds quarels so sweet Sharing sand laden memories ...
Posted by Sam wise on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:44:00 PST

Hallucinations that Conjure Realizations

Passing thoughts forshadow twisted trails... and tails of rampant realities so remenissant of; dreams future... moments present... and times long lost to the past... Attempt now...
Posted by Sam wise on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 12:37:00 PST

the ringmasters delight

Ladies and gentlemen! shall we continue? Step this way now And if you will direct you eyes over in this direction... We can all clearly see the main attraction; This is a broken beast that has forfei...
Posted by Sam wise on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 09:41:00 PST

cruel moment of inescapable truth

"How can one compete with a presance so particulary near? a presence devoid of fear?One of abounding confidence that never wavers when the camera flashes and whose steller starship Sanity never ...
Posted by Sam wise on Mon, 04 Feb 2008 09:57:00 PST

poem to save one’s sanity

HYA! HYA! Get a move on lil doggy! Because what is literal is being driven subliminal, made to appear so miniscule, and so trivial is it when sullen sanity seems so strikingly synical And ...
Posted by Sam wise on Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:00:00 PST

cant begin to imagine

i can see the thin ice, and for some reason it looks so much more real. so beautiful and pure like the virgin Danger tossed into the mix just to make things interesting again. you see my friend the th...
Posted by Sam wise on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 03:50:00 PST