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MyWackoSpace MySpace Slideshow Contact Tables MySpace Comment Box MySpace IconsWhat you see is mostly real. What you do not see is the edge. What's real is a young man with energy. A man willing continue walking forward, no matter how uncomfortable. He's willing to accept the emotion handed to him, no matter how uncomfortable. He's willing to rearrange his state of mind in order to portray a happier and more acceptable surrounding. What you do not see is the edge. The edge is what his hair looks like after he's stuck his finger in the electrical output of a lamp without a bulb to see if it's broken. The edge sounds like a heartbeat before he plunges from a plane more than a thousand miles from the ground, as well as a heartbeat during the plunge. The edge is not wanting to truly express, in words, how angry, or misunderstood, he really feels about everything that... well, he misunderstood. What you hear is true passion. It isn't exactly the backstage passion like a first laid virgin in a shower singing "My girl". Nor, is it not so similar as the elbow grease released when a fresh glass of Woodbridge Merlot (name drop)drops on a fresh installed eggwhite carpet. It is the body ceasing to exist and trading that idea for a complete universe dedicated to whatever it is that gets trapped inside one's mind enough to be expressed as a tune, melody, or jingle. It's love for a sound wave. It's love.

My Blog

Angel Girl

I wonder where you've gone.It's been so long and IJust can't remember who you were.You're someone else, I see.A face to hide away from me,From everything that's real.I'm always checkin' up on you.Some...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 02:48:00 PST

The Mess Age (In progress)

It's a time so darkIt's hard to find peace.The grease releasedSlips even the most wreckless fools.Kids back down to truth andStand forth to bloodshedAnd spread corruption instead.Backbones, shame, fam...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 12:10:00 PST

Rocks and flowers

Is the disappointment you've been givin' me Gonna follow my steps completely, Or can I lift my chin to fate That this time it won't be too late. I see the electricity between your eyes and what you t...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 12:29:00 PST

Loveless, Hopeless Me

If I broke down and cried, Would you push everyone aside, So you could wipe my tears away? If I stumble and fall Head first towards a light pole Would you rub my head and say, "Honey, it's just a bad ...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 10:55:00 PST

Hue

Lack of ink make it illogical to write an ode of emotion built up within only a hand. Excess will only be wasted by caging it in the wild. All the witches in the world may sweep the sky towards my lov...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Sat, 05 Nov 2005 10:33:00 PST

Blank

I sit here staring blank. How much more can I take. I'm sick of waiting for a movement. Even the littlest shake. I must be neglected. I misunderstood it. I'm still in shock. With no where to walk. So,...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Sat, 05 Nov 2005 10:14:00 PST

Somethings Aren't Worth Dying For

Your words are like Bullets and throwing knives Should never taste my blood. Fermented attitudes, Grow with me now. Adapt to the excellent With the tougher skin within. Pick it off. You know you shoul...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Sat, 13 Aug 2005 07:07:00 PST

The Game

From a distance I can see a brick Falling towards the sea floor. I can't make out whether I'm under or above. Is that hunk of cement what I call love? Fumes rise out from the ears of those Who see re...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Alcohol

I think only on alcohol can I be truly friendly with everyone. I seem to tink emotions are so much more comfortable under the influence then over it. Singing is so much more passionate, as well. When ...
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

June 6th

Five days before my birth date. 21. Is it all it's cracked up to be? Will you make it so if it isn't already?
Posted by Stevie D., Funk Off! on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST