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Eating snowflakes with plastic forks

You mean we can never catch up to him? Not even if we rub cheetah blood on the engine?

About Me

I'm a pretty calm, shy person. I'm hard to talk to if you don't know me, because I tend not to talk too much to new people.

My Interests

Music:

Bloc Party, Modest Mouse, Interpol, Radiohead, the White Stripes, the Killers, Smashing Pumpkins, and so on in that vane.

Movies:

Unbreakable, Serenity, the Punisher, the Iron Giant, Little Miss Sunshine, Jurassic Park. I also like comedies alot.

Television:

The Office (US version, I've never seen the British one but I want to), the Simpsons, Futurama.

Books:

I like to read Stephen King and Michael Crichton, but I also read alot of Star Wars books.

Heroes:

Thomas Jefferson, Pope John Paul II, Kele Okereke, Russell Lissack, Isaac Brock

My Blog

I cannot stop listening to these songs

A Wolf at the Door and 2 + 2 = 5 both by Radiohead...
Posted by Eating snowflakes with plastic forks on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 05:40:00 PST

The Astronaut (Rewritten)

When he was a child,He realized a simple fact.The world, the world, the planetCan be beaten.When he was a child,He didn't know it wasn't factA child's imaginationKnows no limits.When he was a child,He...
Posted by Eating snowflakes with plastic forks on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 11:50:00 PST

Every Time is the Last Time

Every time it happens,My heart knows that it's wrong.There's nothing I can do,At least that's how I feel.It hurts more than I know,But I don't want to end it.I try to stop, and it seems easy,But I nev...
Posted by Eating snowflakes with plastic forks on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 11:54:00 PST

Weeds and Scrapes

My feet are cold and wet. They bleed. I bite my lip and walk along. My heart is cold and black. It bleeds, And I pretend it doesn't hurt. My hands are shriveled husks of skin, But I act like they're ...
Posted by Eating snowflakes with plastic forks on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 03:27:00 PST

Seven In The Evening At One In The Morning

When I saw you, you were perfect.When we met, I couldn't speak.You were light, you were golden,You were pure and precious.When I see you, I lose faith.When we meet, I cannot speak.Creeping shadows and...
Posted by Eating snowflakes with plastic forks on Sun, 18 Feb 2007 09:53:00 PST

USA (Incomplete)

I turned on the radio.I listened to the DJ,And then he showed me my new favorite song.I turned on the TV set.News told me things were okay.The TV said it. How can it be wrong?It must be wonderful to n...
Posted by Eating snowflakes with plastic forks on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 08:03:00 PST