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Bob

I am here for Networking

About Me

I have felt the ocean and known fear at it's proximity to the stars sung songs I have sweet effort dropped from my fingertips in sporadic moments of clarity the fear of the closing future I have found my wary callous footfalls dripping blue figures in my blind wake carrying on into the split second future I have seen the glory and the gory and the ghost I have walked the high ridge and spied the field below lain out as a pillow for the reclining spirit of spring I have wept in the companionship of angels appearing in the timeless seconds and hours they have seen me fall from their grasp and into the thorned clutches of those most familiar devils spectres with whom I have spoken and jested horned jesters removing their faces to replace with mine own I have tasted the dawn air and sucked the virgin fruit been beaten and lost in games of questionable importance in my victories I have known hopelessness in my defeats I have swallowed poison tears I have tasted licked from the eyes of loversI've kept a fair hand and shed bad blood I crushed an angel and raised up a demon obliged liars, mouths full of scheming simple spoken words truth's spired bell ringing

My Interests

Interesting

I'd like to meet:

T.G.A.O.T.U

Music:

Yes

Movies:

Silent

Television:

the void in your mind is the craft of televised marksmen

Books:

Rabelais

Heroes:

the sufferers

My Blog

THIRTEEN

I'm in the hole, behind the eightball if I wasn't at the bottom I'd be headed for a fall I am broke at the end of my rope the way I blow money you'd think I shoot dope they tell me after midnight I tu...
Posted by Bob on Tue, 29 May 2007 01:14:00 PST

ORNANOMPHALOSOANNESXTGAOTU32THALIANON

Oannes is the holder The Knight's Triangulate hone in on the secret Upon opening that terrible gate comes crashing shut
Posted by Bob on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 08:39:00 PST

UMBRELLA

what is it with these things that sleep and run with me pull me from the day into the night of blind sinking the bottle has a  thirsty soul it's spirits waning with every shot and tug and pull i...
Posted by Bob on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 08:34:00 PST

FIFTEEN

my spirits in boxes soaring square in stock's it's fashion falling, chasing foxes dive in circles upon deeds hawks murdering, catching hares above the pavement invisible flares ascertaining chemical u...
Posted by Bob on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 05:41:00 PST

LYCANTHROPE

crows will find you clinging to the will of fat, fool priest drop the fortune finder, forget the forgotten priest singing silken sirens surprise the sinking fleet come to me I am the mirror, reflectio...
Posted by Bob on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 05:25:00 PST

SYLVIA THE EAGLE

We feasted in B-more on roast pig and wine JB's had the music no cop had the time fat commander laughed pulled his shirt mocking tits when he crossed her little nymphs, Diana threw a fit big cats hopp...
Posted by Bob on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 05:17:00 PST

Catechumen

And then there are some people who really don't mind doing that at all. Night's grasping brought directions of heights and grapes in bunch on vine and breaking. My all gift of spoken you are abrought ...
Posted by Bob on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 09:25:00 PST

-PA) MOONLIGHT (LE-

before I get placed in a container by your ignoring hand I would like to set a word outside the ink of this type the night of your vision of me is cast by another dark-looking shadow like yourself the...
Posted by Bob on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 08:07:00 PST