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About Me

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background-Read all the qoutes on the side. Then, amalgamate that together, and try to figure out how i can manage to have completely different view points that contradict one another inside of one brain. If you figure it out, let me know, Id love to hear it. Im far too understanding and far too giving. Im able to put myself in another persons position far too easily, and constantly able to over-think and over analyze. I was also trying to figure out how to display the fact that people also think im hilarious(just another one of those contradictions). But In the wee hours of the morning Im having a hard time......bitch.(everything is better with a bitch at the end, go ahead and try it, you'll thank me later)

My Interests

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Below is a single sunday print of the greatest comic series ever written: Calvin and Hobbes. Bill Waterson made it incredibly hard to chose just one that I wanted to post(he's a frickin genius), So I chose the one that I've been wrestling with alot lately my entire life.

My Blog

Back home

I stare in to the flourescent-white middle-distance. This place wholey un-natural and vacant and menacing. It stings the eyes with emptiness and freezes the heart and soul. I can hear the sound of w...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 16:27:00 GMT

To balance two.

Tides come and go and thats the ebb and flow of life. A little errosion here, a little more there and sandy beaches slither back form where they came. I have reached new heights with the tide is hig...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 23:34:00 GMT

Moonlight and Moss

Choking again. Mired in my a maze of my own design. Each dead end is just as suprising as the last and sinks my heart just the same. To vent frustration would be a crime as its my lack of direction t...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 10:46:00 GMT

Perfectly tuned in D

She tames the savage beast in subtle fashion but the reasoning is still an enigma. She has no whips nor chairs nor top hat, nor hand signs nor safe words to use. They say it is music that tames and s...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Nov 2008 05:10:00 GMT

wandering wonders.

When she closes her eyes I wonder what she sees. I wonder what her true desires are made of,deep down and soulful. If she can dream while still awake. I'm curious to know if she can feel and taste an...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 13:06:00 GMT

With lock and key.

Its the sound of the guitar that turns me inward, my head forward and my eyes closed. I am laid beneath corridors of what will come and what may come, and singular on what never will be in sight of th...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 11:24:00 GMT

The most sentimental of beings

There is a song that that will always be a reminder of her and not for its words alone but because of how she used them. It reminds me of a time when we were closer, a time when she was more ignorant...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 13:50:00 GMT

Grande Pas de Deux

My heart jumps in to my throat when I hear the sound of fear in her voice and falls in to my abdomen when I hear the sound of sadness. When she's sick I want to become the doctor and when she's well I...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 01:08:00 GMT

Dawn can not come too soon.

This world has such cynical winds, and I as a facet of it, am weathered by them just the same. I imagine myself a wall of a canyon colored by eons of formation with each period in tow. Jagged a...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 18:35:00 GMT