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About Me

I love the world around me and the people who reside within it. Every day I hope to find some tiny little insignifigant somthing that i did'nt see the day before, wether it be something about someone or a strange little bug i have never noticed before. I love to write, sometimes I write poems, other times I write music that will never be heard by anyone, often times I never write it down and just keep it in my head. Other peoples problems in life seem to inspire most of my writing, I guess i feel that writing about their hardships makes me feel like I have somehow helped them out, even though they never know about it. I love music and art from the most simple to the most technical, I have a wide range of likes and dislikes and cant explain either.I am a sports junkie and I like to drink beer and lift weights(although I have not been motivated to lift for the past ten years, I still enjoy the whole idea of being stronger). In short I am an easy going somewhat self centered people pleaser, with a side of genius/dumbass, and I know for a fact that I am a living oxymoron, can you figure me out? I doubt it cause not even I know what to think of myself!Get your layout at Free Myspace Graphics

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Albert Einstein, Edgar Allen Poe, Les Claypool, Flea, Chris Cornell, Bill Clinton, Ghandi, Pablo Picasso, Hunter S Thompson, Stephen R Donaldson, Bob Ross, Animal from the muppets and Dr Teeth, Freddy Mercury, Fiona Apple he he he and umm George Clinton..........and Buckethead!

My Blog

succomb

Why do I fight? Why do I struggle? This is what I want is it not? Why do I not succomb to the cold? Why do I struggle? Why do I move on? Why do I not succomb to the depths of this fight? This is what ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 15:04:00 GMT

Ode to collecting trash in the hot hot sun.

The flame in the sky burns and sizzles, and plays tricks with my ever maddening sanity. Trying to find sanctuary and the liquid that breeds life into me.My skin is red and burning like fire, the air i...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 17:13:00 GMT

Why?

Why do we mourne what we love when it passes? Why do we love in the first place? Why do we mourne what we dont understand? Why do we live at all? Why do we love what we cant have? Why do mourne when ...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 14:26:00 GMT

Is bacon really worth it?

Hmmm, ever have one of those days when you are confused about stupid little insignifigant things? Today I probably spent twenty minutes trying to figure out why bacon tastes so damn good. Then when I ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 13:11:00 GMT