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Willis Reed

no mad. peace.

About Me

Nowhere man.

that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing

My Interests

im aint into much cracker. I am a disapointing aryan male.
Music is the tips of my fingers, with heartbeat. Art, is my wrist and a window seat. writing, is makeing love to paper, keep pushing and pushing. She likes it like that.
Symbolism
Myths and legends
reading
history
awareness
relgion
belief
Listening learning
loving
truth
real people, someone who is not sleeping.

I'd like to meet:

Abraham lincoln
find charles.
Julio Ceasar
Vinnie VV

a muse

Music:

Cat Stevens
Dylan
Simon and Garfunkle
The Beatles
allman brothers
tom waits
chet baker
billy bragg
Van morrison
Tunes and tunes
jams and jams
Fever Dog- stillwater
Steely dan
dispatch
john lee hooker
marvin gaye
Jimi hendrix
ameircan anolog set
kelly joe phelps
The Rolling stones
george clinton and p funkacdelics
deltron 30 30
fuck jim morisson

Movies:

sargossa manuscript. carnivale.

Television:

Aint no thing
food netowrk
discovery channel

Books:

kenkesey,walter mosely, jd salanger,adulous huxley, carl jung, schotts micelany, books on birds, breece dj pancake, herman hesse,james joyce, jack keraoc,poetry all kinds, lyrics. i dig this jive.

Heroes:

Rock&Roll
Roland
Elvis
Salinger

My Blog

dabble

A mirror on the wall ripples constant back into his eyes and privately descends a question into the backof his mind "this is my face, Why am i here"? The boy runs his wet and through his hari and prod...
Posted by Willis Reed on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 05:29:00 PST

writing.

Do you every wonder while driving through the middle of evening traffic to the ciry. What has happened to the white mornings, where whats left of the cold night kept in shade begins to stream in the s...
Posted by Willis Reed on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 07:35:00 PST

poem

I hate it when eyes water for no particular reason i hate alergies when its not the season i hate some one stepping on my future grave sending chills up my spine in summer when i crave the heat ...
Posted by Willis Reed on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST