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About Me


Striving to be number one
'till I overdose Classick.
 she and i never spoke. we were in relationships we shouldn't have been in. we were sorcerers who had stored their charms in unmarked boxes because they had made our partners uncomfortable. every day we reported to work early in order to rest our waking eyes on last nights dream. i had resorted to sleeping with my back to my partner. the ball i slept curled in became the question mark i now placed within all prior commitments. this was no teenage crush. it was an adulthood rite. she was what love had grown up to be: unspoken, yet shared between us.
Let’s evolve.
About six thousand nine hundred and sixteen days into life and finally I've found fascination. It's a crash, asphalt and vomiting dogs- foreign cars and domestic violence. Hard liquor, emergency rooms, spontaneous human combustion and what we spend so much time not saying. But you know what gets me? At around 3:14 AM all small towns have inexplicable charm and every parking lot is empty like unmarked graves for deteriorating machines. The day faints; its the moment that we realize that epiphany is just another fancy word for "God bless the chickpea!" Insomnia is the voice of our generation, and everyone has fallen in love with random. For the first time in history, we have no fucking clue where we're going and our maps are just spam backwards. There is a disturbance on the moon every now and then allocated depression. But you pull me out of it now that you know too, that 3:14 am, is the birthday present we've all been waiting for. Celebrate the person you are and give a big fuck you to who they want you to be because really really? I'm a dope motherfucker, so I don't know what else you want. I've learned not to tiptoe around the jitterbugs because some- sometimes, you gotta get your feet dirty.

My Blog

Una Luna

This room is hot. The moon is tired. We've just unleashed a beautiful beast into the universe- and it's unexpected comfort has caught every inch of my chest between it's teeth. Her eyes are strin...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 20:28:00 GMT

to know love

You in a black dress. I've lost so much- but I never want to forget you in a black dress. Even in my old age, with my belly big and t-rex arms- I'd appreciate it if you stayed in my memory ...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 20:52:00 GMT

wonderful to be wrong

"Any real man would appreciateyou." I say-what she said to meis brilliance in the shapeof a seance-which is saying a lot.Secrets not safe,because it is hard to hidea sea in a face. Notes of notoriouss...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 19:47:00 GMT

tulip

"That girl is gorgeous." I said to myself. She walked through the door like a warriors' love story unfolding in front of me; That woman made me thankfulthat I worked for twelve hours serving do...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 19:11:00 GMT

more than youll ever know

You rescued me from an oceanwith your glowing floating lips. The galaxy in your stare once filled your lashes. Formed sparks and colors like a tremendous car crash in the middle of summer. It ...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 04:51:00 GMT

something like a funeral

Cries of a dog,he bereaves his voice. It's long gone.And when it happened,he didn't know it was murder.Of course not,you never see these things coming.Foresight like that could cripple you quickly. Lo...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 00:13:00 GMT

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Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 04:08:00 GMT

rrrmblz

bunch of unfinished writings. i've been doing a lot of it lately. some shit gets finished, the rest ends up here. In this oddity I have entered, I'm missed all of the time. At the moment I've betrayed...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 19:07:00 GMT

quick story

Personal search of meaning and reflection of self.I have just remembered a story of myself:I was five or six when my family decided to visit a churchnear a lake. It was late, the sun was drifting unto...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 10:08:00 GMT

rhino

Bedhead, think twice of me. I would wash down the brunt of this masterpiece with microscopic miracles and a garden of trampled daffodils. My gibberish might sift through the scent of your thoughts. So...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 21:28:00 GMT