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Derisory, I am

About Me

This is a new garden over old flowers, and old makes old jokes take on the feel of the lore. And new lips cradled sense of humor, so don't waste wishes on him. Wish that one day they'd figure out how to shrink stars and I could keep one in my bedroom. And wish that me and her could grow old together. And wish that in my next life I come back as a tiger. These are fun wishes. In about seven minutes you can start. 'Til then, you'll just listen to the radio from seat's edge. As if then it's the look on your face. As if, as if then you'll matter, and then I can't wait.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 2/14/2006
Band Website: www.derisoryiam.com
Band Members: Greg
Robert Duvall
Influences:

pillows as a threshold
makeout point
friends with ink and big lenses
dictionary fightttttt!
nonchalance
the universe below
secret ingredients
hiding spots
kindred spirits
autonomy
movie hopping
drunk dance copying
perfect nights
ten-to-one this guy's a dot dot dot
professor brownhausen
creepy-funny
highlighter infused blood
the walk of st. james!
arms akimbo
Sounds Like:
Hermit Christ
Record Label: Schmeckord Label

My Blog

A Sinking Man

i feast on uneventful lovebuilding slowly towards unrelenting blue chasmsthat serve as our appropriate line drawn in the sand;i used to set my ear to the ground and listen to beautiful rhythmsbut thos...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 09:37:00 GMT

Where You Start

"Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafairing soul, if either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-se...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 23:27:00 GMT

Functioning Melancholiac

He thinks fast, but moves slowly towards his goal. He will beg for all the time he wasted moving so slowly, as he watches his brothers grow old and into men. As he watches his love marry out...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 04:57:00 GMT

They Crumbled For Less, I Suspect

On the knolls we played, gathered dirt for Sunday castles; crests and troughs, our hearts shuffled off, but were still tousled; unshorn and rough from November's imprecations. I dreamt ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 14:26:00 GMT

[ Or Here ]

 
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 20:47:00 GMT

Paranthetical For Reasons

heart breaker, change your mind. slip in through the crooked blinds;   across balcony bars, knotted, twisting, intertwinedtangled, ravel, trace its spinewe don't know the blackest lies, from...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 17:23:00 GMT

On The Minutiae Of Unorthodox Love

I was covered in it.Covered and affected, writhing but comforted by it;These were our wounds, and I was yearning to unfasten the sutures that held your wounds so tightly to mine for so long.But the st...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 08:49:00 GMT

Moments Of Inertia (Wandering Purblind)

A slip twixt the cup and the lip. No love exists without bargaining, and sometimes it is more than you bargained for. You notice the infinitely smallest thing on me. What subtle nuance lets...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 00:54:00 GMT