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I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

"KEEP THE FAITH" Check out the art on my web page, keep posted for updates too.

My Portfolio

Bulletproof Scootershop / Vespa of Grover Beach

BULLETPROOF SCOOTERSHOP is your only Vintage and NEW Scooter Central Coast conection!


My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Creeping through the fog, like a ghost in the dark. Like a traveler who has missed his bus. Tasks hold no point, hold no meaning, hold no worth. no worth. Like trying to smoke a cigarette in the wind and rain.
Interesting and genuine people that love art in all forms. Fellow artists that maybe looking for an artistic collaboration.

Ride a vintage scooter? Live on the Central Coast? Like to talk shit and drink beer? Send us a message.

My Blog

Just try to push me down.

Life is amazing. I've been through some of the craziest shit and worst times, but I never regret a bit of it. Right now life is pretty bad for millions of people, myself included. I can't lie though, ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 18:38:00 GMT

another exersise ( praise your insides) [14 Oct 2004|11:02pm]

Murder the Boy."They point their sharp fingers"(tuesday 8:00).The bones almost protrude from their skin.How sickly they look. All the skin stretched so tight.It may be perhaps the feeling inside of yo...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 01:37:00 GMT

exersise the body (It is all about nothing) walks. [14 Oct 2004|11:24pm]

You know,I see that tree in your front yard.I like the way you cut all the limbs.They are almost all even lengths right?Thirty-four or so......I sat and counted them one night.While you were sleeping....
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 01:14:00 GMT

exercising the fingers (speech and spelling errors) [14 Oct 2004|11:42pm]

She wants me to move.It will be at least a year.For I do love my sister.Southern, I am not fond of heat.Northern feels the heart. Big Sur seems the Home.Soul seems.....Seems....She wants to run away.F...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 01:13:00 GMT

exercise the unconscious (a problem in the plains) Dream. [15 Oct 2004|12:03am]

I always awoke.In the same place.Wheat as far as the biological,binoculars could see.No hills.No trees.No streams, nor lakes.No wind.No sound.Poor child (literally and figuratively).I walked for miles...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 01:11:00 GMT

do it well

I have been having a breakdown.That I refuse to admit to myself.I've been keeping myself happy,by keeping myself hungry.I've been enduring isolation,by keeping myself surounded.I've been bursting at t...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 23:58:00 GMT