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About Me

"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds".

Alright I guess I'm supposed to talk about my self now so here goes. I am simply a man striving to become the actualization of his full human potential. Attempting to live each day to it's fullest and use each moment to become a more genuine and conscious human being. Another political refuge of the mindless consumer pop culture that has infected this world. Someone seeking depth and meaning in this life, without the comforting delusions of religion or the superficial distractions of mass society. Idealistic and young but far from foolish. A modern human being not concerned with outdated and illogical gender roles, moral dogma, and racially fueled hate. I love my country and yet hate my government. I am a complex collection of contradiction. A drunken bad ass that would just as gladly have a philosophical conversation on the nature of love as kick someones face in for being an asshole. A good bad boy and a bad good boy. A vulnerable man with a blood soaked heart and bullet proof skin. A stone faced joker, a spiritual atheist, subtle hints in bold lettering. I just don't make sense in any conventional way. I am not a consumer, or a fade follower or a scene, I am a individual, a paradox, a human being. I guess really I'm just another arrangement of bone and muscle destined to be forgotten and walked upon, just like you...If your interested and have the time check out my bands (below)
He walks abreast with his days, and feels no shame in not 'studying a profession,' for he does not postpone his life, but lives already.
"There's no reason to be the richest man in the cemetery. You can't do any business from there."
"Believe those who seek the truth, doubt those who find it"
"When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our burning there remains No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream, This be our solace: that it was not said When we were young and warm and in our prime, Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead, Sleeping away the unreturning time."
"You can't build a reputation on what you're going to do."
"A good head and good heart are always a formidable combination. But when you add to that a literate tongue or pen, then you have something very special. "
"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds."
"With people of only moderate ability modesty is mere honesty; but with those who possess great talent it is hypocrisy."
If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."


"My defenses were so great. The cocky rock and roll hero who knows all the answers was actually a terrified guy who didn't know how to cry." ....
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The politically minded, The cold blooded, the anti dogmatic, the impassioned, the honest, the real, people who speak their minds, get drunk, have ideals, can think for themselves, aren't walking billboards, don't just lay down, people who have a spine, and opinions to go with it, the intellectual, the care free, all the writers and the artists, the taggers and the dissenters, the rebels and the rabble rousers, and every mother fuckers ass I should have kicked when I had the chance. :)

My Blog

The death of an end (my writing)

The death of an endI was wasted, like our unreturning youthAs cold as warm lips that spill the truthTwisted as fate, I was lost like the savedDreams of dried blood on the kissing blade  I drank the te...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 17:08:00 GMT

Gears ( lyrics )

 Gears Ran my fingers against my gears today If I was ever a man, well it's hard to say They were cutting my fingers and tearing my nails away Ran my fingers against my gears today We question the ste...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Mar 2009 11:10:00 GMT

Twisted Smile (my writing)

Twisted SmileI smeared, a twisted smile across the sky                           to bleed the neon lights.                                                       Turpentine and monet skies             ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 19:21:00 GMT

Isolation (my writing)

Isolation       Touch me with those curious hands and look upon my form..... Do you think you know me, my stranger in familiar skin?...You don't know the first thing about me.I am the scarlet body th...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 15:29:00 GMT

Tight lips and Blue eyes (My writing)

Tight lips and Blue eyesTrace my spine with your finger tips,and feel the suicidle fluid in it's shape.A sweet nectar on the tongue of an old friend...Feel my affliction I am the reflection of smokeA...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:04:00 GMT

Drown me in your chemicals. (my writing)

Drown me in your chemicalsListen, and offer your skin to me. I need your intoxicating taste.I want to lose myself between your quaking legs and those lips with poison laced.Thrust into you like the...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 11:57:00 GMT

Haunted (my writing)

HauntedRed snakes wrap a nostalgic armburning vulnerable silhouettesinto curious flesh. Muscles Recoiling under the searing pain of bliss,jerk with cowardice.A cold hand rocks an ocean of blood to sl...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 23:24:00 GMT

Just Kill Me Already (my writing) *old shit*

Just kill me alreadyRip the rootsand turn me upside downpour liquor and ash down my faceRub it in my eyesI’ve never known anythingBut I’ve always had all the answersI just want to floatdo...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 11:54:00 GMT

Waste Land (my writing)

 Waste Land Kicking and screaming and covered in bloodWe are shot into this world feet firstOur bones grow, our skin stretchesand we are slowly bleed of our innocence Once empty and st...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 17:05:00 GMT

Hell (My writing)

  Hell   A twisted mass shrieksraining spit upon arched backsand whip scars Muscles rip snapping blood across the face of a terrified childand I laugh with tears in my eyes Open my rib...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 06:12:00 GMT