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clouded

I want my name to be Spaghetti.

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Audiose

Music:

Noise and Drone

Ulver

Movies:

Dark City
Doom
the Life Aquatic
Faust
Koyaanisqatsi
Powaqqatsi
Naqoyqatsi

Television:


does yours have text messaging?

it's a fargate goes far get it?

Heroes:



My Blog

The powerful Mediocrity

Lets just say today is enough. The drop that crowded the ocean. The proof that the sum of my endeavors are exstatically indifferent to the overcritical public. Who bothers to investigate my whereabout...
Posted by clouded on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 07:53:00 PST

god-damnit its like the dinosaurs...

Ive never been so sincere. There's fire in the water you breathe. Im like a fucking Dinosaur. Under prepared for the asteroid. Behind the shades of panic and red ostriches the size of ants. Today is ...
Posted by clouded on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 10:22:00 PST

if not...or else

love mirrors because they are an extension of the self. love the self because some mirrors are double sided. love the unkown because the past is like a cd scratch. love the purging because it clears y...
Posted by clouded on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 05:16:00 PST

Intake.

New writings. sleep. un-easy rapid eye movements. wake. in-take dramatic situations and explosions. intake thc. sleep. wake. prioritize. tune-up  the 23 year old machine. rationalize. o...
Posted by clouded on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 03:06:00 PST

A newer Poem Ill share

SEX IN ULTRASOUND When I was pregnant I will wish for an aborted cell. Lands of new life quiver with vibrancy, gentle blood rests in my stomach will I ever destroy this life if it's sex offends me? T...
Posted by clouded on Fri, 27 Jan 2006 01:53:00 PST

Another short poem (holy crap)

This song is for life the time is now to acquire justice and embrace all your temporary tenants with warmth that youve stolen from them.With envy I sing you this song in hopes that one day ill live fo...
Posted by clouded on Fri, 07 Oct 2005 10:27:00 PST

A poem or some shit I wrote.

Blood of the Dandelions As a breed of fragile bodies easy to repair, you'r strength lies in your own perception of what the self can acomplish. Briefly, there are two classes of individuals after a ...
Posted by clouded on Fri, 07 Oct 2005 07:17:00 PST