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About Me

About Me:
Currently lost and dreaming. Lost my imagination. Reward if found. Please help.
We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.

I walk illuminated paths to old doors
As if I were a king,
Linking behind me whispers of the past.
Dried leaves and dried tears scatter and dance,
An air ballet beside an empty throne.
Ancient statues and fountains of dust
Play host to fleeting wraiths,
Scratching 'Sanctuary' on marble walls,
Speaking of stars and worlds unlit.
I stand in the shadow of one never born,
He of ash-white face and raven hair.
He holds in his hand a moon-dripped rose,
A final gift to bleed me anew.
With a voice that echoes of gods long gone,
He tells me stories never told.
Of a universe spawned from grief and guilt,
Of empires crumbling long 'fore our morn.
We speak of lovers, friends, and thieves,
Of sons, of daughters, strangers, kings,
Of drowning men among the dead.
I walk with him to the the tallest towers
To overlook a world so cold.
I seek to ask, he does not answer,
But his sadness fills the void.
In his eyes there are only secrets,
In mine there is only trust.
"Do not fear," he says.
Like a child, I listen.
I await my eternal respite.
And like a newborn babe, I feel no pain,
As he lays his hand on mine.
His touch is cold,
Like a dead man's breath.
Another life-
Mine-
Gone.
Smiling, he carves the word 'Dreamer' onto my wrist
As his scar-split mask fades away.
I shall always find you... though the Earth and fire and the end of all things come between us

My Interests

- Random sex.
- Mullets.
- Brunettes.
- NaNoWriMo.
- 525,600 minutes.
- Lung cancer.
- Blondes.
- Broadway. (Fuck you, I'm not gay)
- Travelling carnivals.
- A really good sandwhich.
- Liver disease.
- Redheads.
- l33t speak.

I'd like to meet:

I could go on and on about the high quality I demand of the people who wish to add me as a friend, but at this point I would be ecstatic to add just about anyone who's actually a real person, and not another half-naked ho purporting to be moving to "my area" next week or hitting me up to visit their fucking webcam.
Other dreamers, Joe Dirt, the people the DMB bus took a shit on, South Park Republicans and Salman Rushdie.

I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold

Music:

-Pink Floyd
-Led Zeppelin
-Queen
-Prince
-Seether
-A Perfect Circle
-Rent
-Trans-Siberian Orchestra
-Savatage
-Otep
-Stone Temple Pilots
-Pearl Jam

"We still believe in love, so fuck you."
"We are the music-makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams."

Movies:

-The Departed
-Trainspotting
-Fight Club
-Boondock Saints
-300
-The Prestige
-The Illusionist

"I dunno. That's that whole nature versus nurture question, isn't it? Was I born a cute, vindictive, little bitch or... did society make me that way? I go back and forth on that... "

Television:

I like looking at the stars; I guess it's just the illusion of permanence.

Books:

-The Phantom Tollbooth
-American Gods
-Good Omens
-Neverwhere
-The Dream Hunters
-On the Road
-Slaughterhouse-5
-East of Eden
"A slavish concern for the composition of words is the sign of a bankrupt intellect. Be gone, odious wasp! You smell of decayed syllables."

Heroes:

-Porn Stars
-Morrissey
-Salman Rushdie

My Blog

How to Drive a Piece of Shit Car and Look Like a Bad-Ass Doing It.

The past several months have given me a much-needed chance to mellow out, chill, and meditate on life. In the process, I've had the opportunity to contemplate some questions that might, at first, seem...
Posted by Phil on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 02:11:00 PST

Fables From a Mayfly: What I Tell You Three Times is True

1. Dance of the Manatee She looks at herself in the mirror. Her mascara is smudged, as if hurriedly applied, and she can no longer hide the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, try as she might. There ...
Posted by Phil on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 02:26:00 PST

Suck it, Emo kids.

Right. Turned 23 today. Woo-fucking-hoo. Another year closer to death, and the best condolence I can think of so far is that I get lower car insurance in another two years.God, life blows.What makes i...
Posted by Phil on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 03:34:00 PST

If Laughter Is The Best Medicine, Why Do The Clowns I Lock In My Basement Keep Dying?

Wow, I can't believe it's been more than two months since I last updated this thing. It's not like I haven't had anything to write about, either. A lot of shit has happened since then. I got out of th...
Posted by Phil on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 01:41:00 PST

Kill Blackey! And Browney! And Yellowey! And those fucking Eskimos, too!

.......... oy gevalt. For the past couple days or so this damn "White Pride" bulletin has been clogging my fucking board to the point where I have to go to page 2 or 3 before I find a bulletin that do...
Posted by Phil on Thu, 03 May 2007 04:36:00 PST

Holy. Shit. Of God.

Normally, my blogs and current events go together like a fat guy and tofu. I intentionally stay away since everything that could have been said about it has already been said about it. What's the poin...
Posted by Phil on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:30:00 PST

Ignorance may or may not be bliss, but it's better than the alternative.

I fucking hate intellectuals. In my list of things that I can't stand, these asshats rank somewhere between child molesters and a sharp poke in the eye from that dude with the freaky ha...
Posted by Phil on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 10:42:00 PST

If you find a gun lying around somewhere, do me a favor and shoot me with it.

I think God hates me. I really do. I must have a really long string coming out the top of my head. It's the only reason I can think of why God would use me as her giant cosmic tampon a couple days out...
Posted by Phil on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 05:28:00 PST

Motherfucking Snakes on a Motherfucking Plane!!!

Oh man, oh man. Someone call the Academy and tell them to just go ahead and not bother holding the Awards for the next 5 years or so, since nothing can come close to the majesty of Snakes on a Plane.I...
Posted by Phil on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 03:48:00 PST

A Holiday Message from the Heart.

Being that 2006 was among the worst years ever in the history of mankind, it only stands to reason that 2007 will be far, far worse. And I am talking worse. Way worse. The kind of worse that would mak...
Posted by Phil on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 11:16:00 PST