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Remy

I am here for Friends

About Me

So here it is, the itemized list you've been waiting for:DI consider myself an artist, but then again, who doesn't these day? I shop for unique vinyl discs shaped objects known as records, so that I can play them, chop 'em up, and spin as many as possible at parties. I spend an insane amount of time - after office hours - playing the guitar, my pawn shop bass, and tinkering with my novel (been writing it for over a year). I love the outdoors. Unfortunately, I'm stuck in an office for eight to ten hours a day, five days a week. (I'm looking for a rabbit hole to jump in.) When I'm not working, playing or writing, I'm drawing (mainly people).Remy's Epiphany: People are not that nice (big city or small town), but who cares . . . I still want to meet you.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Any and everyone! (Pervs excluded.)

My Blog

Art

Remy's artwork currently uploaded and posted.  Remy waiting for the sun to rise ~
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 22:11:00 GMT

Omitting Judas

Blinking lights refract and separate. Rambling thoughts blend and converge. Misunderstanding porous in nature. Calloused crossings, you weightless paradigm.   Remy unconcerned and aloof ~
Posted by on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 19:15:00 GMT

Solicitous Season

Words crescendo, and drip like heavy droplets of rain falling into me. Vibrato emanates, thumping and thudding rhythmically like thunder pounding syllabic pieces of your name. Strands of emotions unr...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 20:59:00 GMT

Failed Partition

Crooked lines sear your face like cracks zigzagged on city sidewalks. Low volumes bleed and bridge space between us. Glimmer hands move like wands composing proximo vignettes of you and me. Belief blo...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 19:46:00 GMT

Parallax

We float on a sea of anxiety. Nerves frayed, we cling to displaced, shredded tree limbs wading through desolate, icy waters. Trust them not, we brace ourselves against breaking waves careening our li...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 19:17:00 GMT

Transparent

Imported soul housed in a shell of the unclaimed. Hot waves tumble and stir, crashing your sketched personality. Muted tones, you are baren, wasted land. Air ingested, choked you craven.   Remy d...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 18:21:00 GMT

Crystalline Pseudo Combustion

I move in dreams You function in tiny plastic cubicles My fingers toil over canvas, wet and sticky You tap on white chunky letters void of knowing My lips uncoil words that form Me to You pret...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 20:07:00 GMT

People We Know

Let's face it, we spend all day working, hanging out or attempting to socialize with people we think we know.  But, the reality of it all is that we spend 90 percent of our time alone, tripp...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 16:49:00 GMT