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Vincent Ave. aka Ving.

One can live by the book, the line and the hook.

About Me

Hi, I'm Vincent. I share my name with 4 Minnesota streets. I read books about serial killers. I prefer the smirk to the smile. I adore the tiny love that lets me sing to her. I overuse sarcasm & wit. I listen to rap in the morning & screamo at night. I live off of Frosted Flakes. I watch movies about inept British criminals; there's more, but we'll handle it later.

You in 'er what?

My Interests

SSBM & screamo. Zombie flicks. iPod. Writing obscure poetry. "Best school night ever." Cage & Slug spittin'. All things European. The fam & the crew. Rachel Weisz's bone structure. Happiness.

I'd like to meet:

This'll do.

Music:

This album owns my ears.

Also, I know a couple cats in a couple bands; check 'em out!
Emiliana | Ithaca | B Mc-C | Seven Running

Television:

Band of Brothers, Mythbusters, Scrubs.

My Blog

Turn in by 9.

This is where the buck stops, where the fun stopsAnd where every action reacts slowlyJust keep going, your need is showingIt's only a matter of time, if onlyYour cries sound like laughs in the darkThe...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Tue, 29 May 2007 01:55:00 PST

Cerberus and the empire.

The guard dog has 3 heads, it lords over this cityDon't expose your demons girl, you're still so prettyThe first head grins, teeth waiting like razor wireThe second just stares, an eagle eye for hireT...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Wed, 23 May 2007 06:01:00 PST

Here hearts are dark.

Written for AP English about Heart of Darkness. Do try to decipher it."Here hearts are dark"Death stalks over a leaden sea,upon which flames glide andstain the clouds with their fumes.Unsatisfied, yet...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Tue, 15 May 2007 04:34:00 PST

Shits of the past.

Stories I started a while back. They're garbage, but they might entertain you.The FloodDaydreamsA Still Life...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Fri, 11 May 2007 07:02:00 PST

It's universal, not personal.

You feel like rain when you touch my skinYou move like sunlight, each distracting limbYou taste like spring when you spare the breathYou smell like fall, all your hair on my chestI'll take your laught...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 05:17:00 PST

Where do you keep your faith?

Where do you keep your faith?Is it in your lungs,in the air that lets you live?Is it on these tongues,in the pleasure that they give?Is it in your eyes,in the soft white lies you tell?Is it in your th...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 06:59:00 PST

Good night, sweet dreams.

Welcome to the afterpartyThe day was longand you seem stressedPlease enjoy the afterpartyThe food is freeand you're well-dressedYou count each second the pit playsAs I study each mask you'll displayTh...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 07:41:00 PST

Repo man.

You're not the first, just the worstin a string of let-downsAnd you're not the second, only wreckagepassed on my way downtownCloser to third, but not too concernedwith your real valueI'll number you s...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 07:11:00 PST

A house of mirrors.

Honor made the first move to cheatwhile sadness came with a smile;Hate started to shake every handas mercy threw another body on the pile.Pain ran a finger down my skin slowlyas loyalty drove the knif...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 07:29:00 PST

The tollbooth.

How many inches 'til you know it's really love?How many stitches 'til you know the red is blood?If I stay with you another day or twoCan I meet the man who created you?If I pay the toll and not tell a...
Posted by Vincent Ave. aka Ving. on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 05:56:00 PST