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About Me

"Chiefly," said I, "the room is full of indifferent particles, so indifferent too I have become."
WE ARE ALL ILLUSIONS. FACE THE REALITY OF YOUR NON-EXISTENCE. THE UNIVERSE, IN THEIR HIGHLY STRUCTERED AND DETAILED INFINITY, DETERMINE EVOLUTION WITH AN ENORMOUS EMPHASIS ON IMPROVISATION...JUST LIKE JAZZ!!
My name is Sean.
I'm a musician, I play guitar.
I play for Cue the Crickets http://myspace.com/cuethecrickets
No,no... naturellement je ne parle pas français. C'est probablement juste un effet secondaire d'un cas extrêmement prématuré de sénilité. Je doute que je jamais parle français ou connaisse n'importe quelles français. Maintenant que c'est à l'écart... honnêtement, un jour où je voudrais porter a pinstripped le costume l'en public sans sentiment idiot au sujet du pretense. Je voudrais s'asseoir avec vous dans un café-restaurant et rapporter à ce sujet et celui. Je voudrais savoir quelles choses regardent comme étroite et grande d'une distance haute. Je veux que mon vie entière soit une plaisanterie intérieure intelligente.I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Miss Anna Molly moves seamless between movie screen and moment. She speaks in ancient sage whisper and giggles like a child. Frail fingertips drip off her eyelids, but she's not thinking of daylight yet...not just yet.

Punch drunk and hypnotized, green eyes and a brough, lights her cigarette from the streetlamp and says "Show me what you know about the ghost in this." With a music box clutched in her little fist and waves of moonlight shimmering down her spine.

Miss Anna Molly dances brush strokes on midnight canvas, avenging the gray framed, motion sick salvages. Gracing the ugly cobblestone with the tips of her toe shoes. She'd bid a cloudless sky to weep for joy.

Coy with the universe, she orders another round of night, throws it back and asks, "Did you think your lover could move like that, Jack?"

My Blog

Jack Kerouac's writing methods

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joySubmissive to everything, open, listeningTry never get drunk outside your own houseBe in love with your lifeSomething that you f...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:34:00 GMT

Hollywood Tenement Blues

Hollywood Tenement BluesVerse 1:Somewhere in some urban sprawl, seductress sets flightBlack Dress drinking dharma dullyShe don't want itProlly want itAnd (gentlemen) in Leather Shoes smoke cigarillo i...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 18:00:00 GMT

Haikus

I meant to write youI cherished our time aloneDon't try to find meAlone the drifter sitsHolds a box of secretsKnows why the dead walkI looked at the skyhoping for true stars to shineNeon is blindingI ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 15:55:00 GMT