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I am here for Friends

About Me

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Dead: Rauschenberg, GandhiPossible; Lawrence Wiener, Thinkers, Griots

My Blog

grow up

you don't need mohammedyou don't need jesusyou don't need the popeyou don't need godyou don't need buddhayou don't need abrahamyou don't.just don't be a small minded, egocentric, douche bag or a selfi...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 16:47:00 GMT

somebody has to be the worker bee

but there are a few of us left who still make our own fun. we're gonna have more good memories than most have days. and i don't have time to pity you if you're wasting your life by not takin...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 01:16:00 GMT

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old friends make new spite and bitter spit from your own changes.old friends make strange eyes for old sights,and whole dead worlds for whole past lives.
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 21:07:00 GMT

anticipation song

memories of sensations past banished, bound to a desert place  lie naked against the wind, piled low under the waning sun listening.  
Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 01:57:00 GMT

pending dislocation

we are lids too heavy to lift, and too thick for light to breach. we are blue whales wondrous epics buried under sea. with vast minds, but no means. immersed in what we cannot breathe. ...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 21:07:00 GMT

all that litter ain't gold

i tried to singbut i just couldn't musterthose old dead thingsthose shapely notes that gave us hopetried to flatter your soulwith some sweet decorationbut that litter ain't goldno all that litter ain'...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 19:37:00 GMT

suggestion

do not be surprised when the tissue you've been soakingdisintegrates.understand that the deeds your hand has donewill leave it shreddedand that the mending that must follow is exhaustingand do not be ...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Oct 2006 00:01:00 GMT

split..............end.

My threads all shook         all held with pinsso I wouldn't fall flat         from the emptyness.Two weary tides of cloth         have ceased.One sunk out west,         one rose out east.But a better...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 02:20:00 GMT

a tempting for those attempting

a husk that stalks a starch white soul leaves the skeletons of staples to bind together vacant aprons. i know it, i have been mistaking it for Life.
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 14:17:00 GMT

Combines-Robert Rauschenberg

Robert Rauschenbergs sculpture-paintings, called Combines are up at MOCA's Grand Avenue gallery. Go see them, they are up all summer. www.moca-la.orgjust go. If you have eyes that can see and any sort...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 13:54:00 GMT