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About Me

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish them. Words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within, not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.

My Interests

Seriously, you want to know me? See me face to face and ask away. I may shy away, I may not, but either way you'll learn far more about me in a few moments than I could ever put down here.

I'd like to meet:

I guess I won't really know who I'd like to meet until I meet them.

Music:

Earth Crisis, Madball, Sick of it All, Hatebreed, Slayer, Deftones, Depeche Mode, Duran Duran, The Lords of Acid, Portishead, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Pixies, Dropkick Murphys...pretty much anything.

Movies:

I like a movie I can sit down and enjoy with someone, have a stellar conversation over. Gimme a good comedy that's warped and twisted. I also dig on some good horror. Suspenseful dramas with trick endings are pretty cool, too.

Television:

Let me hear you Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me...

Books:

Anything by Douglas Adams or H.P. Lovecraft. I like chilling horror stories and good fantasy books, too. Also dig on serial murder.

Heroes:

My Father, My Son, My Daughter, Brandon Babyak, Geoff Thorp, Jim Godwin and Jeff Mitchner

My Blog

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If beauty indeed be truth then I can know no lies For hers is eternal and it consumes me Like Druid's fire upon the whicker man Burning away the sins, and Burning away the dead things To the raw and n...
Posted by No! on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 02:28:00 PST

Modern Romance

Lovers in love on a Saturday night. One lies. The other cries. They say their goodbyes, And that's that....
Posted by No! on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 01:57:00 PST

This is an old one but I still like it

I love the way you laugh at meCall me paranoid While lovingly you drink my bloodThen toss me aside Like an empty pop canUsed and discardedTill next time you feel a needThen back you come To scoop me u...
Posted by No! on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 07:38:00 PST

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Robert Gunther had been four years old when he met the girl with the yellow hair. In the shade of the old oak tree, not far from the swings, he had seen her tracing flowers in the sand. Sh...
Posted by No! on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 08:06:00 PST

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Golden pools of amber They beckon me Stray from the shallows Dive deep For treasures abound in the depths Succulent and sweet One last breath Then down Down I go An eternity In her eyes I will sleep...
Posted by No! on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:35:00 PST

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Heaven has blue eyes. Hell? A shade not true. Mother Earth's a brown eyed girl. Which one's checkin out you, Blind man?...
Posted by No! on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 08:45:00 PST

i just don'f fucking know anymore...

maybe it didn't really mean anything...but it meant the world to me.
Posted by No! on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 01:20:00 PST

The picture isn't mine

Posted by No! on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 07:37:00 PST

Gravity (another poem)

Gravity, they say, transfixesAnd binds us to this earth.It keeps us from driftingAnd floating off into nothing.Yet it can't keep you here with me....
Posted by No! on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 08:00:00 PST

Strangers On A Bus

The man had been staring at him for some time now, ever since getting on at 108th Street, and Roger was beginning to find this more than just annoying. His morning had already gotten off to a ba...
Posted by No! on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 06:57:00 PST