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About Me

former tina/coke head and e tard. i deleted my dealers numbers and flushed the pills i am no longer prescribed. my name is reed, 19, gay, and bipolar. with my razors in the trash and all my friends deleted i am building from nothing. a break down were i once again quit my job and attempted to kill myself and move, made me see that this is needed. no more random boys and blowjobs, or emotions, to those on my friends list still. i may or may not respond, i am changing my number tomorrow. my head spins, tonight i took my meds.
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My Interests

writing
sleeping
games
sea monkeys

I'd like to meet:

Harper Pitt: I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there's a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so.

Prior Walter: But still. Still bless me anyway. I want more life. I can't help myself. I do. I've lived through such terrible times and there are people who live through much worse. But you see them living anyway. When they're more spirit than body, more sores than skin, when they're burned and in agony, when flies lay eggs in the corners of the eyes of their children - they live. Death usually has to take life away. I don't know if that's just the animal. I don't know if it's not braver to die, but I recognize the habit; the addiction to being alive. So we live past hope. If I can find hope anywhere, that's it, that's the best I can do. It's so much not enough. It's so inadequate. But still bless me anyway. I want more life. And if he comes back, take him to court. He walked out on us, he oughta pay.

Music:

bright eyes
elvis costello
fiona apple
techno
the faint
80's
and many more...

Movies:

Night of the Living Dead
Clownhouse
Sybil
and many more...

Television:

Adult Swim
Six Feet Under
Lifetime

Books:

Sartre
King
Greene
Bellow

My Blog

my weekend and song lyrics since i cannot think.

Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list. "You talk nonstop about nothing and you don't want to get off the phone, and if we were hanging you'd be running around the room, but your bored. S...
Posted by reed on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 10:39:00 PST

i'm nothing but situational archetypes

my tools for the composition of my novel are back out. old journals, sartre, yearbooks, drawings, and cigs. i'm back to me. uhm i started a new written journal, but it is bubbly and ehh, shit? yeah....
Posted by reed on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 11:09:00 PST

gallows humor

in college, and love my courses and met someone who wants to set me up on a with someone. to this i am unsure, i'm a shy pussy city pimp. but every pussy city pimp, needs a cum hungry bitch. so, oh we...
Posted by reed on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 02:52:00 PST

corkscrew

don't let's stay. stagnation will kill me. the past two days? well i have a physical reminder of them. everytime i laugh, cough, sneeze, move, or breathe my diaphragm and abdominal muscles hurt. yes a...
Posted by reed on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 10:43:00 PST

i'm in love

with a porn star
Posted by reed on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 02:23:00 PST

i.n.t.e.r.r.u.p.t.e.d.

it's funny. i am only aware of what the date is-what today is after flipping through various empty wells in my monthly pill chart. the green and blue capsules end in a week so i need a refill. i think...
Posted by reed on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 12:58:00 PST

i want to paint my room. i want to move.

ice cream ipecac taco bell ipecac potatoe soup ipecac i feel like shit and i am cold.
Posted by reed on Sat, 24 Sep 2005 11:35:00 PST

You filthy slut.

Classification Whilst the best-known sexual behavior is vaginal intercourse, the wide range of human sexual activities includes, but is not limited to: anal sex BDSM foreplay frotteurism and triba...
Posted by reed on Sat, 27 Aug 2005 07:13:00 PST

It will greet you ever morning,

and make you more aware with its absence at night, when your wrapped up in your blanket, baby-that comfortable cocoon.
Posted by reed on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I just want to lay down with someone.

La ciudad tiene sexo con sí mismo que supongo, pues choca el concreto adonde el paisaje crece. Una robusteza, un zombi, un marioneta-los munecos. Esa gente que juega sillas musicales con el sentido. T...
Posted by reed on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST