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kid_headcase

kid_headcase

About Me

I'm a Singer/Songwriter from Melbourne, Australia. I'm 26 and I work as a laborer among other side-jobs. I adore Music and see bands as often as I can around my town. Please write and say hello. I love meeting people from around the globe. You will notice how different a mix of people I have as friends. Some might be religious some might be in the porn industry...it matters to me only in so much as I can be friends with them regardless of how they live or what they might do. We were all little babies once.

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My Interests

Music, Love, Ethics, Philosophy, Poetry, History, Art. For some reason I hate sport, but it's not something I'm happy about.

I'd like to meet:

Someone who can make me believe there's a meaning to it all

Music:

Ask me. I have a wall of CDs.

Movies:

Too many to mention.

Television:

The Simpsons, Summer Heights High, ABC and SBS Docos... can't think of much that's good on the box at the moment

Books:

Jack Kerouac's work is way up there. Like with music, I have a wall of books. Hated Shakespeare until I dropped out of School and read him in my own time. Hamlet is a work of F***ing genius.

Heroes:

“True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.” -Arthur Ashe (American social Activist and Tennis Player, the first black winner of a major men's singles championship. 1943-1993)

My Blog

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The spiritual heart has nothing to do with blood or muscle. The spiritual heart looks nothing like the physical, veiny, bulbous, wet organ in medical books. It can't be truly seen, but children know h...
Posted by kid_headcase on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 11:54:00 PST

When the Devils at your mercy

When the Devil's at your mercy He looks very small, indeed When you take your retribution He'll just scream and beg and plead But you can't undo his damage So, the truth upon you, feeds; Though the De...
Posted by kid_headcase on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 12:55:00 PST

Favorite green shirt

"It was there, all tied up, the whole enormous sadness of a shirt." - 'On the Road' by Jack Kerouac That shirt was with me on the night of my first kiss That shirt kissed her floor the first night I l...
Posted by kid_headcase on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 12:36:00 PST

The consortium

A song written up on the wallAnd faces you saw in the grainYou traced the expressions you sawAnd gave away some of your pain  The person you loved from afarInitials I carved on the busA...
Posted by kid_headcase on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 01:19:00 PST

Drink

Sinthe fell down the mountain side and took the night along Sinthe fell in the kind of dream that's dremt when head's are wrong She had not a thought of death, though I feared I might drown She had ...
Posted by kid_headcase on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 05:10:00 PST

My lovers sky

Heaven taints my lover's sky Otherwise, so sweet to fly Hidden Angels guard the heights, She believes, beyond these sights Hers is not a gentle Lord Cold, is he, and yet adored Silent when she's pain...
Posted by kid_headcase on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 01:38:00 PST

Things unspoken

The sweetest gift was given me By one who's heart was broken She took me in her arms one night And told me things, unspoken I felt the heart inside her ached I sensed she'd been forsaken And so I trie...
Posted by kid_headcase on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 08:46:00 PST

Silly drunk poem I quite like now

People are headstones in the making People, loved and hated People are headstones in the making Unless they get cremated
Posted by kid_headcase on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 12:43:00 PST

The departing dream (on meeting David Gulpilil and questioning everything)

I can see your pain; it stares out, through your eyes,Tormented to regain a meaning, but it fliesTangled in a myth that long outshone the truthA broken, sad old man; the specter of his youthAnd yes, w...
Posted by kid_headcase on Wed, 02 May 2007 09:30:00 PST

Untitled poem

Time's an awful sparkFrom the heart of godAnd the hour handis a lightning rodAnd the hour criesand arrives, roughshodAnd we are alone
Posted by kid_headcase on Wed, 02 May 2007 09:28:00 PST