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About Me

i am my heart, my soul, my mind, my liverm my brain, my blood, my money, my bed, my mouth, my car, my empty stomach, my bloated sense of self, my ignorance, my arrogance, my pride, my humilty, my figuritive, my literal, my homonyms and my antonyms, my actions, my words, my dreams, my reality, my love, my hate, my fulfillment, my emptiness, my past and my future...

My Interests

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I'd like to meet:

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Music:

oh God, how it keeps changing. there's far too many. it'd be easier to eliminate what i don't like. wait that's actually quite false.one day i'll copy and paste my windows media library. your computer may crash. (continued on page 186)

Movies:

wes anderson (for the most part), dig!, jurassic park, documentaries, no country, there will be blood,i like movies, ok

Television:

Simpsons, Family Guy, south park, discovery channel, history channel, animal planet, and i'm ashamed to say, v1 reality tv. so fucking shoot me.

Books:

Vonnegut, Bukowski, twain, kosinski's "being there" wasn't bad, currently trying to locate John Kennedy Toole's Neon Bible.

Heroes:

music. jesus. no really, i'm not being sarcastic. jesus is the man.

My Blog

Writring Workshop Project

This was my story for my short story class second writing workshop. i would have liked to have had more time to work on it, but found myself scattering to put pieces of the story together amidst packi...
Posted by Treefingers on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:48:00 PST

Fight for a Reason to Fight

predictibility is familiaritywhich is comfortableinstability is realitywhich is imformidableillegibly it read to mein so many wordsintagibility’s the themenegate what’s been heardis it evi...
Posted by Treefingers on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 10:51:00 PST

Things I don’t Remember

video by Shalina Reinhardtsong by Ugly Cassanova ...
Posted by Treefingers on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 05:36:00 PST

Nine Oclock

You'd say my face its hard as stoneYou work that many days in a rowMy mouth, a frown, always upside downYou try to live a day in this townWe made our plans weeks agoThose are my rocks against your win...
Posted by Treefingers on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 01:27:00 PST

work in progress

i dont remember the placei barely recall all the facesi' have forgotten the timefaded now is the mindsetyour body language spoke loudi couldn't help but to mouth ityou said so long, so soonit is perfe...
Posted by Treefingers on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 01:39:00 PST

The Ballad of the Boll Weevil

decisions, controversies, frustration, misunderstanding, ignorance, niavitee. There's only one place in this world i want to be. in the span of a lifetime, i may be hundreds of sewing pins on a...
Posted by Treefingers on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 06:44:00 PST

More Slapstick

"Fedor Mikhailovich Dostoevski, the Russian novelist, said one time that, 'One sacred memory from childhood is perhaps the best education.'I can think of another quickie education for a child, w...
Posted by Treefingers on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 12:50:00 PST

Preachers Boy

Preacher's Boy: a folk song. a song to stomp and clap and hit tambourines and bang on pots and pans and coffee cans to.Preacher's boy, oh preacher's boywhat are these things you're sayin?don't ya know...
Posted by Treefingers on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 12:39:00 PST

Working Title

The plants can't grow without the sun in their eyesand in the same way, so you and ican't live comfortablywithout the comfort of being blindignorance, they say, is blissbut not a soul, i'd think, real...
Posted by Treefingers on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 08:54:00 PST

15 days

can it go by any slower? every time i check its sill the same day. has only an hour gone by? what do clocks know, anyway? it feels alot closer. i can almost reach it...
Posted by Treefingers on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 12:47:00 PST