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About Me

Well,lets see.Bla,bla,bla,and La-de-da.More than likely you already know me if you are on my page,but I'll go through some of the "once upon a time" for anyone who cares.Well,I'm an artist of many mediums,but my main passion is the airbrush.I enjoy producing art in other ways,such as portraits in graphite to wild surrealism in acrylic on canvas(kinda like Salvador Dali meets Paul Booth).Anyway, I am now enrolled in school for auto-body, which of course includes airbrushing training,although I will be somewhat ahead in that department since I have been doing it for eight years now.My main goal through all of this is to make a living off of making custom motorcycles and guitars.I see life as very short from the moment that we are born and I see that the answer of MY life is to be happy and always strive to become more.So many things in my life have ceased to be difficult or a problem simply because I refuse to give something more power than it merits.Anyway, I better stop now before I go on and on. Of course,there is a lot more of my story (or whatever you call it) that can be told,but if you are the 1/2 percent in this world that gives a damn then I guess that you will get to know it anyway.Fall over not out!!

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Lets see, who would I like to meet? I guess that there could be several people, each picked for thier own reasons. Maynard Keenan from Tool and A perfect circle because after REALLY listening to what he is saying for many years now I know that he has been sick of idiots portraying to have a soul,also trying to send out messages to open the eyes of those even worth reaching out to.I write poetry,and they are not really simular in the way most people would use the word,but the mind track-the driving ideals powering each message seem to run off of the same feul and head in the same direction.Blah,Blah,Blah! Jello Biafra would be another person.He had a lot to say while singing for Dead Kennedys and really caught my ears with his spoken word albums.I guess I am interested in meeting people that are either smarter than me or can open another door of my perception.

My Blog

Sumed up

The forces that effect our lives, The influences that mold and shape us, Are often as whispers in a distant room, Teasingly indistinct and apprehended only, With difficulty. &nb...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Aug 2006 08:26:00 GMT

Bad Weather

Drip, dripped, dripping goes the red, red rain, Falling all around, Stumbling, tumbling, falling down, Feeling all of the pain before I hit the ground, Looking down to see what is above, Anger driven ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 10:27:00 GMT

Blind Truth

The highest notes hitting the floor, The largest rock learning to soar, That's the coldest flame that ever burned me, Slip through the knot that water ties, Raindrops from a moon that cries, Pick the ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 10:17:00 GMT

on your mark

The edges of normality are floating on the freedom of a kiss, Your stage is set for the dementia of twisted flesh, To be born in love and die in sorrow but nothing in between, Desire has peaked to an ...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Apr 2006 12:03:00 GMT

Martyr For You

In the shadows of my eyes, Where I feel all of the pain but never cry, They felt like knives but were only lies, Remind me not to return the favor. I'm tired of flesh, I want to rip right through, Pas...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Apr 2006 11:50:00 GMT

Who's Reality?

Reality's conception, disregarded and thrown away,The soul drain leaves me empty hearted, I am not me today,Tears shed for all that was lost, where did it all go?Me and you, we are one and one - makin...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Apr 2006 10:47:00 GMT

Shine

The candle's flame flickers,Casting dancing shadows of an unknown origin,The warmth of it's flame is only hot to the touch,In this cold vault of nothingness, shared by none,And the beauty of it's flam...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 07:57:00 GMT

Automatic Masochism

Eyes gone wide with fright, hoping to survive the night,You are bound and gagged and as helpless as can be,There is nothing you can say that could help in any way,To put an end to your bloodlaced mise...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 06:17:00 GMT

A Friend Indeed

The same smiles in my face are the knives in my back,I have all of the friends that I can stand,The light at the end of the tunnel is turning black,The flavor of life is becoming bland,Ask what you ma...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 05:23:00 GMT