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About Me

He makes hardware in a textile factory. His name is Lee and he is me. Where I am him and he is she, her words come out in mockery. Her name is Lucy Mills and she runs from town to town in a never ending race against an ego so large it manipulates its own gravitational pull. She runs into poles that were never there, and sees people that were never born; never the less she runs and runs and runs. One day she trips and falls down a rabbit hole and finds herself making software in a sweat factory. Her name is Susan and she has no where left to go but a bowl of rice at sundown. It’s only five cents but she makes a third of that in a week. Today is special. Today she has the sense to by food, and the stomach to work again in the morning. This morning she fell asleep at the work bench with a teddy bear made of recycled computer chips full of memory of false identities and overused fantasies. She awakes in a small town under blue sheets beneath a wooden plane hanging from the ceiling. His name is Bobby Brown and he is the badass of this town. Everywhere he walks the other children gawk and wonder who he is today; merciful tyrant? Loving racist, or the warm hearted bully? It’s a guessing game they’ll always play until Bobby Brown runs away. Irony slams the door to the discovery of Bobby Brown: sentimental philosopher with a drunken father of confused sexual desires and a mother whose mind wanders the land of ignorance. On his way out of town he trips on the root of an old oak tree and falls straight down counting up to three until he lands in a textile factory.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Those that go with the flow, the few who talk the talk and walk the walk. Anyone really, because everyone can do thes things. Mainly, people that need and want to smile...people that can make me smile. I've met lots of people, I've loved some, liked some, and disliked a few. I hope to one day meet you... THESE GUYS 2

My Blog

Restless Thoughts before Dreams

"Nervous wreck" comes to mind as I lay in the darkness that consumes my room after my clock has told me that it's time for "sleeping". Thoughts shoot through the stratosphere of my consciousness as I ...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 11:20:00 GMT

Starts with...

one dot that explodes, causing a ripple across the universe. The tiniest dot imaginable and the smallest ripple conceived by destruction. The ripple off balances a star barely on the edge of a super n...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 20:36:00 GMT

last about me gig

A faint sound. Echoing into existence. Louder and louder until reality shatters into a dream. It is the big bang, it is creation through destruction. The first child born, and the first cry to pierce ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 22:12:00 GMT

wake me...

dreams maybe hints of what is, and maybe to come...or they are just broken mirrors showing us shattered ideas that have no link to our lives. I like to think they mean something... The cat twirled ...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 23:09:00 GMT

endings...

The rose bloomed Petals fell from the rim of the dark green leaves, now fading to brown. They swoon down in the wind a dance, a conclusion to a current song they fall and they all sing along. A pass...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 01:11:00 GMT

monologue...again

Good afternoon, call me Jack Carn.  Or just Carn if you prefer.  Carn would be understandable, it has that "Clint" appeal.  Not everybody is born with an amazing name such as Carn or Cl...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:25:00 GMT

blahg

Castles float in the skyand skyscrapers drill down to hell,leaving holes in the groundfor our souls to be pulled down throughdigital words transpor...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 01:20:00 GMT

Petals so bitter in taste (so emo)

sitting in a parkon a rusticwhitevictorian benchit's been by a pondfor more than20yearshe drops petalsone at a timeeach a tearthat he'll never cryslowly they formon the surfacea facethat he wants to f...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 09:46:00 GMT

old about me again

The beginning can only begin with silence, silence motivates sound and movement, silence is the only chance to prove life...suddenly a beat shakes the hull of our security shattering our fragile shy n...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 01:22:00 GMT

disgruntled man with hangover...uncensored...

(to those that do not like vulgarity...read the note below this note...cuz it's for you)Good morning sunshine?...you ever think about that? The phrase: "good morning sunshine"? Seriously now, the sun ...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 15:05:00 GMT