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About Me


Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net



"A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."-Albert Einstein

i love my family and friends and my small families of friends. sometimes i am lazy only because i feel bored. it's a mad vicious circle. laughter is so good for you. freedom to choose. learning, growing, and getting better. respect.



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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

one to three for got a mind microscopic and infinite I take the
long road for scenery and still get there in time a million flickering seconds in the
blink of an eye like a sweet dream floating in on a calm ocean tide



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My Blog

On the edge

Some Day I Will Feel My Heart Stop What Will I Feel Then Float Into The Arms Of God Where We All Begin What Is This Daily Life But Dying Slowly Learning How To Live ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:59:00 GMT

A bunch of poems all together

You aint got to cross in chains You aint forced to change You forgot to live you Forget to pray you Self mutilate trip Past all 5 days Id rather be an real atheist that just don't belie...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:53:00 GMT

light

the path of a day is chosen impulsively heavy or lite sky fractures like glass horizon breaks morning light the thoughts and feelings eyes reveal gravity suspends us as light a...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:53:00 GMT

rosa

Sitting up front like rosa far from casa Just a part like most a As this vehicle goes A ten mile ride each way solo Silence defines the vibe nada So the mind runs and plays tampoco In t...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:47:00 GMT

Still

still still the sound  of rain it falls upon  my ear it   drums and pounds  the beauty of it makes me wonder makes me tired my mom told me that she loves the ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:43:00 GMT

ramblin

Write lines of elbow fines and tell the times though it is hours behind think in days and weeks and flavors and colors and savor the diversity hold broken and write spoken thought...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:40:00 GMT

One night at work

hostel life fossil fight sunday mass riverside ride to mars pick up random faded stars in the night sky wait until the night dies like an eighty five year old stuntman with a whimper cold and simpl...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:38:00 GMT

Bill and Amy

I like amy tan.I am a fanShe is clear melted sandUnderstandThe bellows of ships that echo in San FranciscoMornings chase the fog from the bay birds circleMama knit sweaters in yellow pink calicoBeauty...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:38:00 GMT

breaking

I saw it coming miles awaySo uncaring apatheticSo far apart what keeps us togetherThese bonds are glue butMostly post-itFlick of the wristAnd broken rubber soulYou an I though we search out ourselvesM...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:36:00 GMT

More

These moments of progressRevoked soaked in silenceTurn back your hands are timelessEject mayhem from this tempestApproaching swollen topicsWords disguised in kindnessBreeds slow blood letting violence...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:36:00 GMT