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Kurien

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

With a maimed hand he writes, never straying from a self imposed cell. For fear of his to step into the light, to be judged without a mask of hypocrisy he refuse to wear. Only in the night does he venture from these walls, under cloak of shadows and cover of night...for in his ugliness when he face the light, he truly will be gone.

My Interests

Driving. Theatre, Visual or more generally any genres of the arts. the occasional tyrsts with the bottle, People watching. Strolling in the rain, pressing his ears close to the panes to listen to the rain`s dance on rainy days. the rustle of dead leaves beneath his feet.

I'd like to meet:

Kindred spirits. Brashful, passionate, non conformist indiviuals wih narcissitic streaks in them

Music:

hates techno

Movies:

Dying young, The dead poet`s society, the American Tail, The land before Time, Existencez, the Experiment

Books:

The little tin drum by Gunther Gras, the Solitaire Mystery, sophie`s world by Jostein Gardner, Tis my life by Frank McCourt, Death of a Romantist and the Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

My Blog

The day after...

The day after.. She flew into Spore the night before Vday. She said "I love you"-Finally. I had forgotten about her by that while. But those words brought back the love i once felt for her.And she ...
Posted by Kurien on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

And because i love...i am the fool

And i will myself to be the fool...because i loved her and wish not to confront her with truth, to shame her. And because i loved...i now lie bleeding upon the dirt watching as the rubiate liquor spil...
Posted by Kurien on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Changed

From a distance, he waved his goodbyes. This child in tattered rags and dirtied face. Bloodied tears runneths down his cheeks.... ------------------------------------------------------------ ---...
Posted by Kurien on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

My Sin, My Crime, am guilty as charged

Forgive me as i bow away. Away from this stage of life. I tire of the mask that hangs upon my face. It has become a leaden weight. ----------------------------------------------------------.. .
Posted by Kurien on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST