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About Me


.."work is the curse of the drinking classes"....I'm irish, from cork city, in our version of the dirty south. i am always ready to ramble and find joy and madness. I can be moody but mostly im alert to the possibility of fun and experience. im interested ,somewhat distractedly, in peoples various lifestyles. An inane homogenus society is bland and saddening...maybe thats what the general populace want but surely not? What do i know? im a vagabond, hobo, drunkard and merry fool..sometimes at least. I fuckin hate bullshit and drama{unless accompanied by a great soundtrack and imaginative lighting}but i love storytellers and i know that bullshit is spread on most everything! I'm passionate about laughter, shapely legs, intelligent conversation, stupid dangerous fun, sexuality, freedom of expression, art, travel, books, cheap tattooes, joy, music, trains, photography, adventure. People like to give me things..including their life stories, which i dont mind..im not judgemental{ but reality tv 'stars'..? retarded]. I prefer the gutter to the penthouse. i like tattooes, dirty fingernails, romany gypsy wagons, guilty pleasures and drinking whiskey a lot. you can find me under bridges and in bars,climbing old buildings, hopping in or staring at trains and playing music everyday. I dont drive and i like to bitch about the weather no matter what its like. you want my life story? 3 beers and a shot will drag it out of me. I'm a vagrant soul, a dirty black romantic heheh... /www.pyzam.com/mslayoutsani.gif" border="0" alt="Free Myspace Profile Layouts" />

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People with as little pissy drama as possible..that all right? musical misfits, girls with good stories and good legs. if you are full of shit then get fucked. i dont need ya..unless its funny shit! im not a people person but i enjoy, for short periods, meeting good folks who arent afraid of being lost on this earth.

My Blog

todays hangover spits ...

the horses of my own mythology are tearing me to shreds. the hunger is infucking satiable. i crave therefore i am. fucking. whoring.drinking screaming....there isnt enough to go around. my poets heart...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Aug 2009 12:18:00 GMT

some days the desire to kill you just wins out the desire to save you

there are people in the world around you that cannot be helped. you cannot be held responsible for their demise. they know where they are going and they want to go there alone. i think i may be one of...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 12:52:00 GMT

new shit....arizona

We walked dejected, burning and sore with the day and each other to an on ramp and stuck out our thumbs.I had no desire to be there anymore..i had no desire for anything anymore other than softness an...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jul 2009 01:50:00 GMT

i dream a highway....

theres a certain light that i imagine you can only experience through the dirty windows of a 1968 ford pick-up while driving through the southwest with a heavy heart and 2 cigarettes left in a crushed...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:33:00 GMT

new poem in the works

invincible, terrible, on rum and whisky , two of usride in bennys car to the dump to freeze the startled rats in the headlights.with one good shot they bounce into the dirty air and lie wasted forever...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 11:12:00 GMT

where the fuck am i now??

the trip back from new orleans was pretty liquid. we made it back in 30 hours and with as little sleep as you can funtion on...then a debaucherous couple of nights involving happy surprises, rum and v...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 11:06:00 GMT

and why not...?

..anoth..er chanc..e for humil..ity aka bdayw..ishli..st Body: hey louis..ville...........well i could.. be home prett..y soon.........these.. are birth..day wishe..s/..deman..ds and thing..s to help ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Nov 2008 13:54:00 GMT

writing poetry again..something new i guess

she squatted down on the flaking stoop and let her polished bones tumble and clack from her lizardskin bag around her calloused toes   the azure and gold in her eyes matched the hues of the i...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 05:26:00 GMT

re-posting my dumbshit

im re posting this because im a shmuck. i need to see this and know im an idiot. well my book is fucked. some rotten virus wiped my sisters computer clean last night. losing all her work and losing e...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 12:45:00 GMT

and now here comes that damned horizon

where in the world am i? i wonder sometimes. as some of you know i decamped for ireland to work on a book. this fistfight with discipline im attempting is battering me pretty good. i hope its worth it...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 07:46:00 GMT