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About Me

My heart is made of wind and dust and is unexplainable. It is, indeed, autonomous and at times naive, but never, never does it pretend. It is at oh-so-many places infinitely, simultaneously. It's a wayward, capricious, fleeting little thing, but it's the size of my fist, which is the size of my stomach and don't mind me while I hold it high, but don't let it eat you up. Again, regarding this heart, I make no plans or pledges...this "I" that I am not just follows, just follows. Expand, contract, expand, contract, explode. Thank you, thank you, thank you, oh dear heart of mine. Here....want it? It's yours, just don't try to hold it. Attack, it will; and into thin air both this heart and ego go. Placidly. Passionately. (Now laugh and take it less seriously. But, seriously...) Aw, c'mon....I say stupid shit all the time.

My Interests

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Let us keep on with our practice of practices, so that when the day comes, we'll both be ready.

My Blog

Dreams of White

wake up television santa clausmurder suicide8 year old answers the doorshot in face"bodies burned too badly"car explodesten thousand in his underwear9 unaccounted for4 year oldburied alivefound in vin...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Dec 2008 20:42:00 GMT

The Heart’s Weapon

11.3.07I can't remember what the sky looked like the last time I thought to myself of how beautiful the setting sun makes the world, but I can somehow feel the weight and shape of every last word, sen...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 14:38:00 GMT

Follow the Moon

Let's run away from here.Let's run away into the forest, where we've been told not to go.Let's pack only what makes sense, only what could be carried upon our backs and go, R...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 01:22:00 GMT

White Fur War Paint

Again, it is the sounds of rain that beckon. Like a swollen mammal from hibernation, her eyes open, reforming back into the worlds where her body once moved ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 23:33:00 GMT

Kinetic Self-Diagnosis

9/30/05 I equate the sun to a circle. To a circular motion in the form of human arms,    of waving,    of passing by, Blood flow,    or the lack thereof, Here in the s...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 08:01:00 GMT

"significance" sleeps on my porch

"i don't care how you feel physically, what i care about is how you feel when i'm standing next to you..."
Posted by on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 23:36:00 GMT

In Association with the Inanimate

There are these days that the rain seems infinite; where the surging abundance appears to have no mortal finish.  It is then that the funnier things in life tend to happen.  We're all more l...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 22:10:00 GMT