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Fine-line Fiasco

Its about time I went numb...

About Me

What a Horrible Night to have a Curse...

www.chrissteinart.com
Constructive destruction at its finest.

I am here and not, merely cosmic infundibuli
As a satellite looking for desired orbit
Drawing my own doors when there are no windows...
Sometimes the outside spyglass has the clearest view

Sighing silently, he stood above the world, ever-crushed by endless color's magnification; knowing he would not able to process all that was below, he still knew it was all he ever wanted to be. With this epiphany, he drew one last breath, and by loosened barrings, he began his descent toward grace itself.....

Because I can
Cause no one can stop me
Cause it makes up for things I lost
Because I'm addicted to bad ideas
And all the beauty in this world..

As a species we are fundementally insane...

My Interests

I could explain a variety of things here, big words and such, but I'm sure people are interested in the common ones. That would be creating, writing, poetry, drawing, gaming, talking, occasional drinking, and varied get-togethers/celebrations...

I'd like to meet:

A wise man sees failure as progress
A fool divorces his knowledge, and misses the logic
And loses his soul in the process
Obsessed with nonsense, with a caricature that has no content...

Dare yori mo fukaku kokoro made oborete
ima mo kono basho de kimi dake o mitsumete
nido to modoranai yume naraba kowashite
wasurarenakute mou ichido aitai...

Conscience is just the voices of the dead eager to save us from our own damnation. In truth, we bury all our dead alive....

I could use some friends of enlightened tastes. Artists, poets, actors, and anyone else with something descent to say. Any members of the Church of Fox Mulder or swears allegiance to the mighty Odin either might as well apply...

Translation:

In the endless procession of souls
In what cannot and will not be destroyed
I want to believe we are unaware of God's eternal recompense and sadness
That we cannot see His truth
That that which is born still lives and cannot be buried in the cold earth
But only waits to be born again at God's behest
Where in ancient starlight we lay in repose…

I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks

When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

Music:

um Stuff people throw in trash receptacles. Big electro phase as the moment.

Movies:

Movies and some films here and there. Stuff with a tasteful vision of pictures to soothe the mental pallete, as ginger slices do. 2d and 3d animation also rule my life.

Television:

Dennis Franz and Sam Waterston own all Cartoon Network, Scrubs, supernatural, millenium, law and order, yada ya

Books:

Books are fun to throw, or to use for learn vile tactics in life ex: Napalm, intellectual verbal insults, potato guns, how much Valhalla fucking rules

Chuck Palachiuk, Chuck Klosterman, Kurt Vonnegut, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Aldous Huxley

Heroes:

Lots of people effect my persona, mostly godzilla, ryu hayabusa, gary oldman, roland deschain, jim halpert, and homer simpson.

My Blog

In the infant wails of spilled ice cream

Belated ConcussionsGather roundAs the doe limbers in headlight caressSplit second slender in watermarkSmothered yet keen in orange slicesSpun as bay and sky speak of congruent huesThe ardor loomsIn th...
Posted by Fine-line Fiasco on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 10:24:00 PST

Partly parting ambrosia, and into a hail of gutter-balls

Soot PsoriasisKing me!Double-decker with the coming soot psoriasisAnd my opal memories go microscopicRetentive and reflectively petrified As any worthless wormwood organ donorThe consecrated rounds of...
Posted by Fine-line Fiasco on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 06:36:00 PST

All resorting to confetti vibrato of glasswork tatters

Black Shuck BluesBackstroke!His gist went septic, fist first and firmly fit In the contrasting blowout of skittish voices, once luminousNow skipping stone echoes in such social dioramasFlagship flints...
Posted by Fine-line Fiasco on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 05:00:00 PST