Christopher profile picture

Christopher

I am here for Friends

About Me

My name is Christopher Robert Pierce. I'm a laid back and genuine young man from the happ'nin metropolis of Greensboro, NC.
I've jumped in and let go, and by myself or with friends, I'll make some sense of this beautiful, heartbreaking psychedelic wasteland.

My Interests

a clockwork orange, acoustic, acting, adult swim, alcatrazz, alternative power, amplification, aqua teen hunger force, art, asheville, b movies, bass, beads, beatles, bela fleck, big fields, billy corgan, black, blue, bob dylan, body modificaton, books, camping, candles, canon in d major, cartoons, cats, chinese food, choice, classic rap, classic rock, coffee, community, computers, concerts, controversy, collective art, curry, curry powder, danville, dave matthews, diablo ii, dirt, dreadlocks, droogs, drugs, elliott smith, elves, family guy, flannel, fear and loathing, folk music, footbag, futons, girls with cool eyes, gish, god, green tea, greensboro, grunge, guitar, guitars, hacking, hacky-sack, hair, hallucinagenics, heat miser, hemp, hiking, holding hands, hugs, hunter s thompson, indecision, independant film, indian food, indie film, jazz, jazz guitar, jimmy page, john bonham, john lennon, john paul jones, kisses, kissing, kung-fu movies, kurt vonnegut, led zeppelin, les savy fav, life, live music, long hair, making out, marijuana, melkor, mellon collie, middle-earth, miles davis, mr bungle, music, mushrooms, mohawks, nature, nc, news and record, nick cave, north carolina, old-time music, pachelbel, painting, paul simon, peace, pennywhistles, people, piercings, piracy, play production, playgrounds, poetry, prose, psychadelic, psychology, quentin tarantino, ramen noodles, rambling, rats, reading, recording, reidsville, rivers, road tripping, robert plant, rocky horror, roll the bones, singing, singing in the rain, sliding boards, smashing pumpkins, solar power, sound tech, stage managing, stanley kubrick, stargazing, stars, stringed instruments, sushi, swingsets, tate street, tchaikovsky, tea, the bad seeds, the birthday party, theatre, trainhopping, tolkien, traveling, trees, vagabonding, vintage, voorhees, warren zevon, winston-salem, wooded areas, woods, writing, yngwie, zappa

Books:

Tolkien, Kurt Vonnegut, Marx, Nietzche, Kahlil Gibran,

Heroes:



My Blog

I may have come as a surprise.

You taught me how to lie,I'm not sure how I'm really supposed to tell you this.I wish we'd chosen sides long beforeOur pride had rendered us so helpless.We were such fools, you and I,We never even gat...
Posted by Christopher on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 06:30:00 PST

Sisrah-Tac.

The queen of compromiseTells me it'll be alright.It feels like Sunday morning,But I think it's Friday night.When it gets this late,Sometimes I take out my blue eyes,Put them underneath my pillowAnd I ...
Posted by Christopher on Sat, 10 Dec 2005 07:21:00 PST

Subject

Ruby starkissed, settle down. Lay your head on the meadow-down pillow in a sunswept field. Practice, Jacob; no mistake, On mountain-heads where cloudtops drape their nightlight on the morning. Writing...
Posted by Christopher on Sun, 06 Nov 2005 11:19:00 PST

The Plastic Treehouse

I read your diary that day The minute I was left alone. "Does it feel good to speak to no-one? Because I just can't count to seven on my own." I watched the words and letters play That peculiar shade ...
Posted by Christopher on Sat, 22 Oct 2005 09:29:00 PST

Bloggentineklien

Jeremiah, where you been? Again, I found a peppermint bouquet beneath my bed.. Michelle was walking past, The grass a deeper green; I sat alone. Her eyes were staring wide; The light she wants to see,...
Posted by Christopher on Mon, 17 Oct 2005 04:01:00 PST

Yeah

I told her it was not my choice, I figured she was right, But I, a child, could not resist Or give up such a fight. Was I denied, or was I seen Through somewhat shattered glass? A wise old maid once s...
Posted by Christopher on Wed, 05 Oct 2005 06:49:00 PST

A think with not a namenklein.

Today is October- I replaced your screaming voice with a quiet melody, Since beauty in a scream is like a dissonant refrain. All circuits go, I'm headed home, and you're here all alone; I swear I was...
Posted by Christopher on Sun, 02 Oct 2005 09:33:00 PST

Katmandu

Someone was falling past the window Down to the street below; I stepped on a crack in the sidewalk And didn't want you to know. I met a man from Katmandu, A man without a mind, I met him on the corner...
Posted by Christopher on Thu, 29 Sep 2005 09:51:00 PST

Wooo!! Teenagers!!

My sleep was a world, Or an ocean of worlds that I've known; A shipwreck of thoughts I was shown. In trenches we prayed 'til the servant or maid was alone; She sang to the dunes on her own. Roadside ...
Posted by Christopher on Wed, 28 Sep 2005 06:18:00 PST

An Upside-Down Poem

I rid my eyes of dreams For my lonesome, worried queen. It's hard to measure consequence Where nothing's as it seems. The dusty spinning wheels, Or a tiny yellow pill, It's hard to juggle pain here Mi...
Posted by Christopher on Thu, 22 Sep 2005 06:57:00 PST