the alcoholic eye - ProfilesArchive

About Me

...i am the ghost of a socialite past, and i believe that FAITH is the lamest excuse for evidence as fact...

My Interests

cold air. meaning that resounds in motion, daybreak, odd films, whatever is in the sky, ancient history, nazi-esque fashion and history, conversations about the future, loving lost, losing sound, cryo-tanks, city landscapes, nightlife, growing older, wolves, whales and giant squid, the ocean floor, magma, celestial content, space, planets, black holes, summary, babylon, ur, double helix, genome

I'd like to meet:

...what kind of question is this...

Music:

currently in affection with:::: and one, robbie williams, george michael, front 242, skinny puppy, aganoize, cold war kids, interlace, sneaker pimps, grizzly bear, the horros, the knife, among others right now

Movies:

currently in affection with::: creature from the black lagoon trilogy, jacobs ladder, underworld, alien, night watch, the rock hudson collection, the fountain, children of men, the nineth gate, MARS UNDERGROUND!!! (doucmentary on science/history channel)AND AS ALWAYS twin peaks season 1 and 2

Books:

currently in reading::: H.P. LOVECRAFT, CATCHING THE BIG FISH by DAVID LYNCH, CASE FOR MARS by ROBERT ZUBRINalways in study::: alchemy, space, theory, mars, sumar, DNA

Heroes:

all the true heroes are dead or dying, never hold another person up tp the sun, for when they burn you lose perception of that person. but i really admire stephen hawkins, and richard dawkins

My Blog

a theory of nergal

MARS: the red planet, also called NERGAL by the Sumarians. many people ask me what i truly think happened or is happening on mars. as a rule i have always dodged the question, reason being that m...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 09:33:00 PST

astral- the collector

it is said there is a void in time and space, where all the laws of modern man are able to bend. they say that this void is dark and cold. the very essence of plain being. i can see this place. i can ...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 08:31:00 PST

body movement

the snow was falling down on the wind swept streets. cold and gray the city crawls with life. he smells a scent, he is hunting. in the back of a dark room in gun-metal taliored suit he sits, waiting w...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 08:34:00 PST

the wolf

i just thought i would take this time to spot out and recall via the internet, a chance encounter i recently had with a rare type of human. this is not meant to be erotic or used for mastabatory purpo...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 07:37:00 PST

we are MALE

'is this the death pose' she said, a red varnished finger nails slips under the stocking, rolls down, as i become hard, she does not have a name in the moonlight, in the shadows cast by the bedlight, ...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 12:55:00 PST

red lights and vapour traces

in the silence of ice the rules change, with panty hoes and nicotiene stains, i always wanted to taste, in the waves of winds in harshly caressing to plate glase at the top of the highrise, she wore n...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 08:52:00 PST

with silver face and metal teeth

i decline to comment on the obtuse nature of the woman standing in front of me, a perfect fading skyline at the 57th story, there is no snow up here, for it is too cold, of white forms and red lips, s...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 03:37:00 PST

underground with guns and ammo

please...ask me.. too ..hurt you in the end i will do. when the moon is seen thru the cloudless sky, i will hurt you, accept my offer in the street, in the car, driving far and fast the digital cannot...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 09:59:00 PST

skeletal/obtruce

the slip was not a dress, in starry night he called a name strong, the longing to be, headless states, so stateless in bitter needles, he was saying no, but a twinkle of the eyes and haloes around the...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 11:01:00 PST

in pity we find humans

i said: 'she cannot speak, i sewed her mouth shut' with sinking sands, this is nothing one would call home, in the bee sting aftermath, she is crying out for a name, a sentence and this becomes her pe...
Posted by the alcoholic eye on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 12:23:00 PST