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Misha

About Me

Misha Syeed was born in the middle of The Great Depression. After spending his childhood working a refinery for table scraps, Misha fell ill and spiraled into a coma. He woke five years later with a full working knowledge of Latin.Later, Misha found himself wandering the Eastern seaboard with a sock puppet named Franco, later Francine. This is their story... Some Stuff
Some Photos
Some Last.fm
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

...the man that can resist the steak and all-you-can-eat shrimp at Sizzler! Am I right, people? Come on!

My Blog

Easy People

I see your every mistakecause I made them toothe foolish move of doing things rightrespecting rules in a land of cheatswho wrote the laws in the first placeof being the one who picks up the piecesand ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 03:19:00 GMT

Purge

There was an evening in May that I held a great purge of all those things I loved which held me back They tore from me like skin clinging to the wound and the wind was bracing and stung what ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 12:34:00 GMT

Ghost Leather

These, my treasured rags my second skin I don't even remember when they were new Tattered at the edges Faded all to brown Two sizes too big they didn't shrink when I did On occasion I think of ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:04:00 GMT

See Your Breath Escaping (At Least)

she said not tonight but maybe tomorrowa small branch of hope to poke at my sorrowbut the plane's still gonna leaveold habits die hard and I think so will Ithis wickedness still just a glint in my eye...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 00:29:00 GMT

Demolish

The wrecking ball sailed toward meAnd I did not moveCalculated distance in my headSpied its nicks, learned its groovesCame to love it as it drew nearWatched it swing like molasses creepsKnew I couldn'...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 23:55:00 GMT

Mean Drunks

At ten o'clock you're friends of mineby two, you're merely strangersarmed with rum and gin and wineand countless other dangersYou partake of joy that poursbut more than was the planDivest myself of yo...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Jan 2009 13:32:00 GMT

Found On A Wall

Found on a wallWritten by meA letter to youmy distant lovelyThirty feet tallacross windows and allOh the looks I gotpainting itfrom those insidegetting it all backwardswhen reading itBut I had to make...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 02:14:00 GMT

Length

You think when you're admitting you're a prickthat grants an exemptionbut stating that you're killing while you stabis no kind of redemptionWhat sort of spoiled liquid are we inif you rise to the surf...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 02:09:00 GMT

Please Bring That Light Over Here

I can feel you leavingthings dim as you fadetill I can't see the paththat you and I madeand I start to call darknesswhat once I called shadeplease bring that light over hereIt's hard to keep workingwh...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 03:10:00 GMT

Snow

     The white of the snow is glaring, blooming out to cast the scattered trees into silhouette. There are two figures lying there, motionless, the green of their synthetic fa...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:42:00 GMT