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Fly my little birdies, fly.

About Me


Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
moments before the wind.
Your Personality at 35,000 Says...
Deep down, you prefer spending time alone to spending time with others. You enjoy thinking more than talking.
You are good with your place in the world. You are confident and comfortable with who you are.
Your gift is having good ears. You are naturally musical, and you pick up foreign languages easily.
You are inspired by great thinkers and heroes. You find human accomplishment riveting.
It's very easy for you to feel happy. You can find peace with any situation. The Personality Test at 35,000 Feet
Move one inch at a time. Don't make shit rhyme. Would it be easy to repeat the first line? My mind's not a well; It won't run dry. Just keep drinking water and you'll be alright. This is paralysis with no time at all to let go. Well don't call me by my full name, and all this is temporary. It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing. Well don't talk about it; write it down but don't ask for help. When I can't be honest with even myself. Did you ever wish you were somebody else? Accomplishments are transient. They pulled me in unremittingly. Just lasting this long, I feel relieved to let repetition save me. Well don't call me by my full name, and all this is temporary. It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing. Well don't talk about it; write it down but don't ask for help. When I can't be honest with even myself. Did you ever wish you were somebody else? Move one inch at a time. You'll be just fine. Move one inch at a time. You'll find... They pulled me in but accomplishments are transient. They pulled me in but accomplishments are transient. Well don't call me by my full name, and all this is temporary. It feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing. Well don't talk about it; write it down but don't ask for help. When I can't be honest with even myself. Did you ever wish you were... Did you ever wish you were... Did you ever wish you were somebody else?
I am defined by Music and Fiction .
My passions in life include sleeping, talking to people in unconventional places, dressing up, making up stories in my head and having adventures.
And finally,
milk + dead people = zombies.
I am worth $2,362,070 on HumanForSale.com
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My Blog

Everyone and everything is beautiful.

I spew these words until the deep-fried dreams and frosted regrets are all up and on the dirt for the world to see. Here they are:J'aime être seul,But I like the things his eyes promise me.I've falle...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 19:19:00 GMT

TRIPPING THE LIGHT&.FANTASTIC!

TRIPPING THE LIGHT&.FANTASTIC!              I wasn't even tripping.  That was the greatest irony.  Those little babies, the last of them...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 18:30:00 GMT

My name is not Tangerine.

             Mrs. O'Reilly leaves the door open.              In I go.    &nb...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 19:18:00 GMT

I just keep hoping that your heart opens.

Here's to caffeinated beverages after midnight, to falling in love with strangers and to entering an eye candy store with scoop and scale ready.  I am smitten.  He has a half-beard.  &n...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 23:13:00 GMT

The Baker, the Lover, the Snazzy Dresser Death PART I

The Baker, the Lover, the Snazzy Dresser Death In his wake, highway litter chased Jack and so to did the cherry-red Volkswagen Beetle.  Secretly.  Silently.      &...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 16:27:00 GMT

An old poem that doesnt apply anymore.

Her laughter is spoiling milk. Along with perfect imperfections, Her premonitialous potential consumes him wholly, And now the boy a mere skeleton of his former self. Do you admit your infatuation and...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 22:02:00 GMT

The Gargoyle and the Colonel

My stony friend, you’re perched and listening. Have you finished breathing down my throat?  It was like sleep; It sedated me, But my life can be fiction if I want it to be Without your opia...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 18:46:00 GMT

it takes two

Doe anyone want to learn to tango with me? I'm being one-hundred percent serious, by the way.It's one of my goals in life.I think it would be pretty class to learn pre-prom. You know where to find me.
Posted by on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 22:39:00 GMT

A stranger’s just someone that you’ve forgotten.

I think myspace profile pictures come alive when no one is visiting a particular page. Therefore, somewhere there is a profile picture of me socializing with other neighboring profile pictures in a t...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 22:47:00 GMT

I love Laurent.

Where did you get that slinky? I wonder. Not to mention that British accent. Found it. Where? In my pocket. And the accent? In my pocket. I see. Yep. Do you want an elephant ear? I suppose you got th...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 19:42:00 GMT