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Matt Powell

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I write naughty stories.

About Making out.

Alot.

And Phil Collins.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Readers, writers, collaborators, the inspired, artists, the intelligent, atheists, the religious, free thinkers, rebels, anti-conformists, heretics, the optimistic, voters, the disappointed, dancers, potheads, drinkers, the trustworthy, the obscure, loving parents, honest politicians, musicians, people who enjoy life, people who want to party like rock stars every night with no remorse or pity.

I don't want to meet women who fear clowns. Be original with your fears.

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My Blog

Hot Guy Looking to Be a Zombie with Woman forever and kill.

If we ever dated, and I loved you and you loved me - I have the ultimate fantasy. I don't know when it will happen, but you have to promise not to pussy out when it's time.So when you finally get atta...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 16:42:00 GMT

Candy Canes. Coco. Christmas Gorefest Movies.

I have a box of ornaments. Some that sparkle. Some that are broken. I have an original 1986 Michael Jackson ornament with a sliver glove. Why do I have boxes of ornaments?Cause I'm the shit.Here's the...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Aug 2009 21:55:00 GMT

Fishnets. Bourbon. Sinatra.

If she's playing Frank Sinatra tonight  I'll marry her. Something from '58. Pick the song that inspires you to put on your long black gloves & fishnets. You said you'd save them for a special occasio...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Aug 2009 21:03:00 GMT

Lover of Blues with a Blue Lover.

Ramona said she didn't like the Blues.A shame.Many a crying man wrote songs about her kind.I always wanted to show her. A light puff of a three week old joint, a small flask of Ancient Age, and a dark...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Aug 2009 16:46:00 GMT

Speak to Me Only with Your Eyes.

Strange that it would rain in June. But it welcomed a sense of nostalgia with in you.It reminded you of our first days together.Drips Outside. Small tickles. Tommy. Elton John. We laid in bed that nig...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Aug 2009 21:56:00 GMT

31 Days of Poetry

31 Days of Pretending.To be the man in the brown suit.New town.  Wet Cuffs.Somewhere in a corner.  Smiling.Lost in Portland.31 pictures on a wall.Each a different version of the pretending.Some claim ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 23:14:00 GMT

Travelling Sex/Genesis-Cover Band Looking for Fiddle Player.

Hi. My friend Mike and I are starting a Genesis cover band. And we're whores. We're also huge Genesis fans. We're calling our sex band 'In Too Deep.' Whiskey is always in our blood or urine so we've p...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jul 2009 08:14:00 GMT

Burn Fleetwood Mac Records with Me.

I was thinking we could meet up around eleven tomorrow.I already have a handful of records I want to share with you.They were 50 cents each and I splurged on this one delight. We could bike over to To...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 22:54:00 GMT

Yesterday I Saw You Kissing Tiny Flowers.

It aint right.  What did mama say to me? That's The Way it ought to be?   Yesterday I saw you standing by the river. And weren't those tears that filled your eyes? I don't kn...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 22:14:00 GMT

66 Chevelle. Elvis. Vintage Leather Gloves.

When I get my '66 Chevelle, it'll be Maroon and polished clean by my own hand. I can already see the black leather reflecting the sun in a blue sky. Four on the floor. SS Shining bright. 8 miles to ga...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 22:50:00 GMT