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About Me

real editor best profile tools . so we stop at the side of the road, and there is the largest tree and a long kiss with the hazard lights flashing. everything is the beginning of something. a sycamore seed, a windshield fogging up. the first fist of rain pounding down. come closer. let's get our arms around each other and count all the bones we can. between us, we have rungs for a ladder leading into the leaves and fingers left over for climbing. two tongues to perch there and sing while the world wakes up. what will we miss of our skin and gristle? Our disengaged hearts. when you're finally no one, what else do you do but call out your name?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

my fathers father. garrison keillor

My Blog

sf homeless population increasing (and its all my fault.)

hey, thanks for reading this-i just moved back to the bay/california from colorado. the room i was supposed to sublet isnt available- i really need to find a short term while im trying to get hired fi...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 22:14:00 GMT

sometimes you just cant put it down.

An excerpt from a book called "City Life" pub. 1970 by Donald Barthelme(i cant stop reading this over and over.)"Sentence""Or a sentence moving at a certain pace down the page aiming for the bottom -...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 08:29:00 GMT

hippy dippy bullshit.

i love this city.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

runnin against the wind...

here here! a toast to the open road and no fuckin cell fone! i have 55 cents in my pocket... i left LA on the 23rd, ill be in FRISCO on monday. new life. new focus. more focus. Animal Style.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT