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Christ Pathetica

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My name is David.
I own a skateboard company called Antidote Skateboards.
Check it out!
In the winter I teach snowboarding.
Let's Ride!
I travel constantly, but when I am at home I like to laugh my ass off at movies that are not meant to be comedies and yell foolishly at movies that are not suspenseful.
Spain? France? China? Let's go!Antidote Skateboards
Marseille, France
Bad Godesberg, Germany
"And as the train stops, I put my foot down and my foot has put a deep big hole in the dream... I have gained nothing by the enlargements of my world: on the contrary, I have lost. I want to become more and more childish and to pass beyond childhood in the opposite direction. I want to go exactly contrary to the normal line of development, pass into a super-infantile realm of being which will be absolutely crazy and chaotic but not crazy and chaotic as the world about me. I want to pass the responsibility of fatherhood to the irresponsibility of the anarchic man who cannot be coerced nor wheedled nor cajoled nor bribed nor traduced. I want to take my guide as Oberon the night rider who under the spread of his black wings eliminated both the beauty and the horror of the past: I want to flee towards a perpetual dawn with a swiftness and relentlessness that leaves no room for remorse, regret of repentance. I want to outstrip the inventive man who is a curse to the earth in order to stand once again before an impassable deep which not even the strongest wigs will enable be to treverse. Even if I must become a wild and natural park inhabited only by idle dreamers, I must not stop to rest here in the ordered fatuity of responsible adult life. I must do this in remembrance of a life beyond all comparison with the life which was promised me, in remembrance of the life of a child who was strangled and stifled by the mutual consent of those who had surrendered. Everything which the fathers and the mothers created I disown. I am going back to a world even smaller than the old Hellenic world, going back to a world which I can always touch with outstretched arms, the world of what I know and see and recognize from moment to moment. Any other world is meaningless to me and alien to me and hostile to me. In retroversing the first bright world which I knew as a child I wish not to rest there but to muscle back to a still brighter world from which I must have escaped. What this world looks like I do not know, now am I sure that I will find it, but it is my world and nothing else intrigues me."-Henry Miller
life would be such a better notion if everyone would realize that not one of us deserves to live.

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Every so often you find a person whom you can tell is more than of this world; someone whom you can tell is just borrowing their flesh for a time. You can see it in their eyes and sense it in their speech down to the way their mouth moves. This is not you. I don't think this is me. I know of a few of these. They are an inspired mystery like a burnt-orange crecent moon. Like an explosive sunset, their glowing light inspires warm tingles. Through time, they remain as fresh and urgent as a deep breath of early autum air. You dance with them in the night, but they do not dance with you. Unless you are one of them, they are merely dancing near you expelling their insatiable energy, which inspires the question: How have they come to us?



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My Blog

the older they get.................. (this is old)

when the ink is warm it rolls freely, but the pen needs paper. the paper must receive the ink for the pen to shine, or at least to matter. so, the pen spends it's life seeking the page. but, which pag...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 02:47:00 GMT

when 1 becomes second in line

this persistent intruderwarns of constant, lonely pain and a life time of inhuman torture.this imprisoned soulwarns of no escape fromutter, immutable stupidity.this institutionalized dependent must wa...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 09:18:00 GMT

though driven from below, steer from the top

Visit simplicity with me;the simple life -fast paced days and slow motions nights.Dawn 'till dusk, skate out the lights,movies at night. Sleep with me;hold me tight.The dream life -warm with a cool br...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:56:00 GMT

making up for yesterday

Days ago, how large was I!Nights gone by...How lucky a fool such as I!?Well, now is nigh'.A surreality as they stood before me;King for a day.Up high, sovereign, and sereneRubbish to a strayAnd those ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 May 2008 23:57:00 GMT

gregorys fourth lower extremity

shaggy-shivering from the race like fly lords and wilsons wading against the tide,cotton seeds kissing wild windsbearing the weight of cities anesthetizedunder the thumb of countless dreamsdevouring a...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 11:46:00 GMT

look ma, still suck

it is the resonating sound of skulls collidingechoing beyond the celestial sphere.that weight of perpetuity is hammering down pounding flavor of melancholy deep into restless meatand hanging dead fles...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 23:52:00 GMT

"oh fuck..."

I am nobody waiting for your call"Hey lets do SOMETHING""IT" is what I wanted you to sayGirl, I want youI only want to hear you say "we should fuck like animals"You inspire me like storm to a wind...t...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 15:57:00 GMT

Pot Luck

Relinqished, but mixing againI am painting Sunflowers more than everI've gone toilet-swimming for opiumAnxiety after the party; end.Withdrawl after the party; proofTrapped in my skin, scooping out my ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 23:58:00 GMT

thirteen words, a life story

suffering the life-loss of each passing minuteevery day without your orgasm is the most foolish day of my lifewithout sarcasm, i hate myself.one reason, lost among the massesone sensation, absent in h...
Posted by on Tue, 02 May 2006 00:45:00 GMT

let me show you

Pry open stone door of crypt and tombStep downward the darkness of November NightHear hollow the hallway to hellBreath cold humidity and resist a vacuous chokeFeel old bricks sweat damp with miseryTas...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 23:39:00 GMT