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About Me

What you can see of me now is nothing more than a dim image in a mirror. Always, you will be unable to tap into the network of my mind and the system of my emotions and I will always be limited in expressing them. I am unable to express myself physicaly within the confined boundries of the world that is created by man. But I am infinate in expression in the infinate world I have created within myself. This is where I live, this is where I reside. The physical is just an extension of my exsistence. My expression falls short at your feet and the two of us will never truley meet eye to eye, even if your staring me down at point blank.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

{}It's not really about who you meet, but how you meet them and then from that, taking each moment and understanding you are in that moment.

My Blog

Fraility

In this field of flowers and hazey waves of the sun.Through this echoe of life, ripple and turbulance of rythmic sights and sound.My fingers can touch, to feel it's unreal.I breathe the smoothest of l...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 04:50:00 GMT

nihalistic In extremis

Some people percieve the human being as an almost god-like figure. They depict our race as containing souls and a higher conciousness. People see us as more advanced and a more sophisticaed race compa...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 04:30:00 GMT

Les Enfants Terrible

Life grieves loss because of the never ending desire to spread itself and conqour ambition. Death, an inevitable force clambers to every living entity that inhabits this Earth. In time, all will per...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 08:56:00 GMT

Twilight

Orang..e escap..es me, like the pavem..ent spark..eling...I never.. felt these.. thoug..hts befor..e, somet..hing umbil..lacle...It feels.. forgo..tton but teary.. as it encum..bers me.Not fight..ing ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 16:26:00 GMT

And when I grow old

All but my bones will fade.All my feelings and thoughts will ache.As death becomes nigh.I can suddenly realize.Every thought, every feeling.Dissapears into the indifferent ocean of time.And everything...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 12:22:00 GMT

The Recession Of Paroxysm


Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 06:31:00 GMT

Wormwood

Disconsolation of your quite mouthings, dreary and bleak.We'll observe your face melting like oil paints in flames, poetic resemblence harrows caves and halls.Qualm your hectic messages and slay them ...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 06:32:00 GMT

Willow

Light breaks, softly against the grass.Every blade a fibre, a strand of delicate, wonderous hair.Motionless, swaying in forgotten tastes, memories remind.Crackling glass moves each second in a realm o...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 07:27:00 GMT

The fable of undead

The lake was restless that day, the water rippled anxiously against the tremors of the wind. Desperate chills rolled out onto the bank and collapsed onto the wet pebbles reflecting the tired light of ...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:11:00 GMT