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About Me

President of the Too-Much-Fun-Club. Pseudo-intellectual writer with no published works to speak of. Struggling through the apathetic period now. What is there to say, about these the darkest of days? A frenzied poet with a stream-of-consciousness outlook. I roam the earth, get into adventures. Names have been changed to protect the guilty, blah blah, and I will not hesitate to maul in an ultra-violent freak-out. I like to Make Love in secret. Only doomed affairs are filled with passion. I want a Lust that is constant and overwhelming; it is the only way to experience Love truly. "He crawled with lepers and lawyers, but he was tall on his own hind legs when he walked at night with the King."

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

girls with any of the following or combination there of: extensive tattoos, piercing, black hair, thick dark-rimmed reading glasses, a tendency to wear sweaters during the cold period, red hair, a poetic personality, a sardonic laugh, a multitude of insecurities, an annoying set of idiosyncrisies (SP?), a spelling problem, etc.

My Blog

A Poem

Snowflakes and tears with a vodka-headache An icey cab-ride home just for safety's sake Ants navigating through arm hair And her devastating stare Is it alright to ponder and weep When it's all too be...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 00:35:00 GMT

Tear It Up

Well we rip them up, the lines of drugs. Snort em with a vengeance, into the nasal cavity and then to the bloodstream. We are crestfallen only until the next fix. We are starving for...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 11:06:00 GMT

The Judgmental Narrator

He dreams of demons when he's awake. Giant orange hellians with hunched backs and spines worthy of several cringes. Guilt is his shadow, though he knows not why it haunts him. There ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 11:39:00 GMT

The Prince Part VII

If you asked him which nostril he prefers he would tell you they are both right. Spending days coming up with clever little answers to questions like that. If a man speak in quip...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 13:15:00 GMT

The Prince Part VI

The Prince cant even see straight on Sundays when he wakes up. Sometimes it scares him when he shifts in bed and hits another naked body. He never remembers how it happened until about fiv...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 10:16:00 GMT

The Prince Part V

The Prince gets up for work monday through friday at 6 am two hours ahead of the west coast. He slugs coffee until the cobwebs disintegrate from sweat. The midwest is humid, very different...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 07:56:00 GMT

The Prince Part IV

home cooked meals and vodka on the rocks. every night a new buzz, similar to ones past but all unique. yet there is always this fleeting recollection of her, always a moment or two there f...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 10:58:00 GMT

The Prince, Part III

The Prince practices his signature when the thoughts try viciously to forge through while words are stubborn and condescending. With the stiffest of drinks, at the hours of dawn, these attempts stab ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 05:47:00 GMT

lucifer, lucifer

Every town has a corner, and it's that place where real and forced battle for plight, yet good never makes a good enough fight, to hold sway. Ima drunk and there's no saving me, we are all doomed in ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 05:36:00 GMT

The Prince, part II

The Prince sees the sunrise and the sunset as a parallel between sobriety and drug-induced scribbling fits. One is hopeful and slow and deceptively inviting. While the other weeps at the w...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 03:54:00 GMT