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D on the cusp of Transcendence

About Me

I'm here to meet writers. Unpretentious, earthy, fire and water and air and rock type writers. Not here to date. Not here to hook up. Not here to make fake friends or meet so called "MySpace Celebrities". Not here for puff pieces, or fluff or fakery or politics or to find God or do the BGF bullshit thing. Not here to get praise, not here to meet sycophants. Not here to back slap. Not here suck ego-dick. Not here to be some fawning bimbo bloating some some blogger's ego Not here to break anybody's heart with silence. Here to cut myself and bleed. I'm not a lesbian. I'm just fascinated. I'm here for the privilege of calling myself a writer and I am here to work for it.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Someone who can inspire me to the next level.

My Blog

Fleshwounds

I bit him,he bit me.I scratched him,he scratched me.I worked an ice cubeinto his rectum,he fucked me so hardhe bruised my pubicbone.I bit him,he bit me.
Posted by on Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:35:00 GMT

Why I Hate That Bitch

I hate her because her eyes are prettier than mineand her hair is as long and silky and as wild and free as flames.I hate her because her tits are pert and perfect and her arms are long, supple,lithe ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 02:13:00 GMT

Jodie Foster

And you? Are you sittingin your good chaira light rain outside, yellow lighton dark woodyour hair tied upa sweet scent on your neckdressed in old jeansa checked blouse anda buttoned, sensible cardigan...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Apr 2009 16:13:00 GMT

I cannot

I cannot wander, clutching a matchhoping to find a flintI need to clutch the fireIn my bare handsNor can I lay, at night, pining for vespersto blow past my lonesome doorI need to feel a warm breathbes...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 06:24:00 GMT

men and destiny

The last time I saw Davy he was under 6 feet of waterposing as an alleged artist. The last time I saw Michael he was tanned and smiling broadly heading down the coast road in the dawn. The last time I...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 00:43:00 GMT

Are You A Poet

(dedicated to all the post-daters I just deleted, and a few other poseurs around here )Are youa poetI oftenwonderyou seem so surroundedby paraphernaliaand a need forattentionand obsessionwith readers ...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 16:33:00 GMT

"Sunday Coffee with this guy I met on MySpace"

I expected a man of his wordsThunderbolts and wheels of firetorrents of white hot passionSpoken at pace and without fear.What I got wasquiet spoken,gently worded guarded and thoughtful anddeliberateth...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Jan 2009 07:20:00 GMT

My ex-Boyfriend

(Martin Basham, Elk Grove, California - this one's for you)     Little man/standing there/nervous hands/sandy hair/blank stare/destitute truth or dare?/no longer cute/he's my ex boyfriend.He...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 19:20:00 GMT

Every Man Wants a Virgin

Every man , one time or the other wants to fuck a virgin either a first time pussy or a first time ass. And that's okay with me.All you guys, one way or the other want it, fresh tight and willing. It...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 00:44:00 GMT

Where the Women Love Women

I want to live in a city where the women love women where the art is combustible but does not decay where freedom is not a mortgage and government is abstract and where kissing in public is no capital...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 18:40:00 GMT