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thelidlesseye

About Me

De profundis clamo ad te domine.

My Interests

pain, despair, misery, suffering, hatred, death, slow suicide, drugs, alcohol, famine, pestilence, war, disease, prescription painkillers...but mainly literature. books are my life.

I'd like to meet:

fictional people

Music:

industrial and metal, primarily. other than that, i have very wide tastes.

Movies:

anything with zombies.

Television:

...rots your brain. go read a book.

Books:

catcher in the rye (j.d. salinger), anything by o. henry, watership down (richard adams), house of leaves and only revolutions (mark z. danielewski), anything by ernest hemingway (especially short stories), anything by william faulkner, ambrose bierce, edgar allen poe, fyodor dostoevsky...i really like animal farm and 1984, too (george orwell). douglas adams is also great. there are far too many books that i love to list here.

Heroes:

...are no longer amongst the living, thus making them my heroes. for the most part, i only idolize dead authors.

My Blog

a love letter

there are so many things i've wanted to say to you, but i've always lacked the audacity to force the words from my mouth. of all the words i could ever speak to you, none stand out more than these:i l...
Posted by gray on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 01:50:00 PST

Leaving Levy (No Going Back)

He struggled to light a cigarette as she parked the red pickup truck in front of the pharmacy. He barely had the strength left in him to flick the lighter, and by the time he had succeeded, his lips w...
Posted by gray on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 07:24:00 PST

you’ll die trying

You'll Die Trying    He woke from his drunken slumber and looked at the clock on the wall in the living room. It was 2:36 in the morning, and his vision was spinning. He had been out dr...
Posted by gray on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 07:53:00 PST

madness in love

Madness in Love"Nick looked on at the moon, coming up over the hills.'It isn't fun anymore.'He was afraid to look at Marjorie. Then he looked back at her. She sat there with her back toward him. He lo...
Posted by gray on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 12:41:00 PST

a broken heart and the archangel

the leather seat felt fake and cold to her. it was one of those store-bought furniture items that was completely impersonal and indifferent to the individual. of all her surroundings - the cell bars, ...
Posted by gray on Mon, 28 May 2007 06:02:00 PST

a hate letter

there is no god, and you're going to die alone. ...some day everything that you love will be violently ripped from you. nothing will prepare you for this - and it will be more excruciatingly painful t...
Posted by gray on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 01:55:00 PST