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rickie racoon

a ninja mouse ate my shoelaces

About Me

i met someone special and she showed me how to eat mac and cheese with Alfredo sauce and a spoon and i haven't been the same ever since she left.
i like this............ ...this made me happy.Some of my photos.

My Interests

i was once interested in a lot of things and now they seem insignificant and the time wasted. i am interested in small things. i enjoy spoons.

I'd like to meet:

it is nice to know my friends create shit like this...I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

Music:

i spent 6 months in a basement of a house in egypt. i heard a thousand voices sing to be free. a man in a brown suit came in and recorded the singing. he wore a black hat with a red band on it. he sold the recordings to a man from europe and made a large profit. the man from europe said it was the best music he had ever heard. i cried.

Movies:

i like ones about babies being eaten by the people of the planet Argon

Television:

once the television told me to hit the neighbor kid in the head with a rock. i did it. i do everything the television says.

Books:

it was cold. real fucking cold and i had socks on my hands and a scarf wrapped around my head. i was sitting around a fire with and old women and a baby under a bridge. i told her a joke and she laughed. i thought i was a character in a novel that i wrote and no one could understand and i was dying.

Heroes:

the man who's reflection played paper when he played rock and he lived up to his part of the bargain.

My Blog

Relapse down the throat of a swan

I made a deal with the devil in youHe told me I had to kill to see you killed me tooAnd I saw your sister run miles through the sunAnd her feet burned from everything she never thought she'd becomeAnd...
Posted by rickie racoon on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 09:57:00 PST

the circle that split all my teath opened up to form U

The circle that split all my teeth opened up to form USo I'm the wicked one nowMy tongue cut from my mouthshe can't get close enough She wants to be my bones, to be my bloodBut everything that's pure ...
Posted by rickie racoon on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:44:00 PST

homeless

so elliot and i are actually homeless. this might be the worst feeling i have felt in a long time. 
Posted by rickie racoon on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 11:12:00 PST

trying to get focused

It seems like lately I don't really sleep anymore. During the day I don't get anything done and at night I get really inspired but still don't get anything done. Bret said I could start using his stud...
Posted by rickie racoon on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 05:14:00 PST

the anrgy dreams of oliver's relapse down the throat of a lover.

i keep falling to the sea of milk that covers this ground. and i fall asleep to the music of the carousel and it's beautiful sound.and i never said you where a beautiful dreambut i always felt safer w...
Posted by rickie racoon on Wed, 09 May 2007 10:07:00 PST

calling of the songs to sleep.

i walked into a room and everything was covered in sheets. they said that the family that lived there all died from reading a culling song. it makes sense. god appointing some sad fucker to write some...
Posted by rickie racoon on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 03:43:00 PST

bad guy in my mind

I just pace the floor. back and forth, back and forth. Just trying to get it out of my head. I count the square tiles on the floor. A costumer asks me a question and I loose count. I walk back to my p...
Posted by rickie racoon on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 08:32:00 PST

i should get a new face.

i have decided that everywhere i go people hate my face. everywhere i go someone trys to fuck it up and i hate feeling like no matter where i go i am probably going to get into a fight. i don't even l...
Posted by rickie racoon on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 10:45:00 PST

give a soul. let them down

It's small, this tree. Decorated with a multitude of inter-racial lights. It lives in the night Breathes the air of my dreams Shelters some cheap thought gifts wrapped in gold paper. Her sister says, ...
Posted by rickie racoon on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 11:39:00 PST

bathroom stall

There is something about a beautiful voice. It makes you forget everything that haunts you for the sort time being that it speaks. In my ear I hear this beautiful voice telling me that I am the most g...
Posted by rickie racoon on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 12:07:00 PST