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About Me

I write for these most fab publications: Loud Fast Rules, Alternative Press - AP, AMP, Chord, Skratch, Hails & Horns, Score! Music Magazine, Rebel Noise; and have written for MRR, Razorcake, Long Island Entertainment... read or die.-------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- .. width="425" height="350">.... ..>

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*Those offput by night terrors and/or intolerant of others w/ deep, inherent fears of atlases need not apply*Grigorii Rasputin - back from the dead!

My Blog

Fader

Wait for the moment to pass me by, only to reach it again-From Safety To WhereIt wasn't the bestbut it was ours.Now ripped from this lifeIt all seemed so much sweeter,     looking back...I guess that'...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 15:14:00 GMT

Wake-the-fuck-up call

The outer disposition,public facade.All an act, you can see right through.Incredulous of this stagnant state.Knowing better, but still expecting things will change.Boxed in, blank pages left unwritten...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 07:11:00 GMT

Mental Block

Try to find solace.Wrestling in silence.Living, but not feeling -      all that I should.This recurring realization.Never to have what was wanted.Alone, in this vast sea.Solitary confinement -      wi...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 15:13:00 GMT

Barren (beware histrionics)

Borrowed and never returned - emotions, books, outlooks on life.-Lee RanaldoMere words cannot describe the feelings I have for you.As strong as they were in life,     so they haunt and devastate me in...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 04:30:00 GMT

Maladaptive

Can't feel a thing Feeling all too much. Mind is racing Can't sit still. Too much to do - is anything getting done? Falling further Too far gone now. Can you reach me here? Damaged beyo...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 11:06:00 GMT

Stasis

Pretend to give a fuck. How can you pretend to give a fuck? When nothing, seems to matter at all. -Mission Of Burma I can see it - in these at once dulcet and deranged dreams. Seems so palpable, ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 06:40:00 GMT

Autumnal musings

Sorrow is knowledge; those that know the most mourn the deepest. -Lord Byron If I lose her, where will I be? -Grade   Seasons change. Leaves turn, die, fall. The blanketed earth, detritus strewn ...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Nov 2008 16:00:00 GMT

Inconsolable truth

Despair has its own calms. -Bram Stoker This repuls'd, our final hope is despair. -John Milton   Seemingly everything that was so true- thoughts, dreams, ideals, dry up, wither and die, all in go...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 13:34:00 GMT

Not-so-sane haiku series

I. So the Son of Sam Has found religious piety Playing the "god" card II. The book Body Dump Prostitute killer Francois Stinky flesh in bags III. Is it wrong to see The trashbags on the freeway And ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 12:37:00 GMT

Means to an End

This disjointed narrative      Slipping, as the days Reaching for a means      A way to escape. Don't tell me how it ends - we've heard this one before Save th...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 14:52:00 GMT