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About Me

i love music, rock mostly, bit of acoustic stuff, and a healthy dose of drum n bass.i love reading, pretty picky but neil gaiman's the man for me at the moment.i like films if i've got someone to watch them with, but not tv. tv stinks. sick of reality shows about other people's crappy lives, normal people doing unusual but unlikely tasks and animal documentary's. i justify this by reasoning that if i wanted to watch people i'd leave the house and go to a public place, and if i was going to want to watch animals i'd want the fucking lion to be in the back garden sparring with my cat, not on a box of light in the corner.erm..... what else? studying music tech at college, which will lead me to my dream job of sound engineer. i play guitar, and drums and do a bit of singing.i also like to write poems as you'll see from my blog. oh how i long for people to leave comments of some kind. feedback is always good when your laying your soul on the line like this.i have a pet scorpion called Isis.that's all.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

anyone who's not a feckin idjit.

My Blog

Night

It shimmers, the blackness Overhead and all around. The intermittent infinitely Glistening sea of souls. Rustling sounds of sleeping ages; Eons passed on winds serene. Distant traffic stirs in frequen...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 05:40:00 GMT

A Rose for a Rose

A flower picked and set aside with lasting will and steeled desire. Where thoughts can swim And drown in fear, i freeze As chances sink so near. Granted leave the absent Minded poet without word Or...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 14:22:00 GMT

Greeting Suns.

Heartaches and breakdowns only serve  To strengthen living souls; And tremors in the night only terrible reminders That we managed to find peace. When eyes do not shut and mind's do not slee...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 14:07:00 GMT

The General Demeanour of those with Shining Eyes. (The Few).

It's the moment shown through placid glance, Stance. Left standing comfy. Chosen words intended wholly But without origin or home. The untouched look of wisdom Through twisted vision, never Fleeting, ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 06:45:00 GMT

The General Demeanour of a Soulless Man (Parts One & Two)

(Part One) Pace by pace by reckless step In stumbling, mumbled emptiness; One foot follows flows without direction Known or drafted. Where shoulders slope in stooping Bows or craning necks hold Crook...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 22:51:00 GMT