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Sean of the G.

It’s strange, You never start out life with the intention of becoming bankrupt or an alcoholic or

About Me

I'm totally crazed about this girl. She's fucking fantastic and I soo can't wait to see her again.

My Interests

music of all sorts, 20th century short stories, movies, Raymond Carver, true love(doesn't exist), women's thighs (do exist). attempting to move on. such are things. and starting...

I'd like to meet:

every song has a you, a you that the singer sings to, and you're it this time baby. You're it this time. www.xenu.net

Music:

citybysea, Jeff Buckley, Ani DiFranco, Marty Sexton, Ben Folds, Jets to Brazil, Elliot Smith, Ryan Adams, Ben Folds Five, Big Star, Elvis Costello, Josh Ritter, Richard Shindell, Peter Mulvey, The Police, Sting, Muse, The Posies, Tom Waits, Interpol, The Beatles, Marvin Gaye, Radio Head, John Coltrane, Marian Anderson, SDRE... blaa blaa blaa blaa.

Movies:

“The Science of Sleep”

Television:

bad sitcoms that can suck my brain away for thirty minutes a pop.

Books:

Etheridge Night, Nick Hornby, Raymond Carver, Langston Hughs, J.D. Salinger, Aldous Huxley, Tobias Wolff, I'd hate to come across as stuffy, but I don't really care. My envy, my life, when I was 19.

Heroes:

people whom actually accomplish things in their respective lives. Yay or nay, good or bad. They inspire me. Anyone who doesn't allow their own shortcomings to obscure their views. I strive for that everyday.

My Blog

When we’ll be close.

I spend time archiving things,from people that I love.Also unpaid bills that piled up for years,that just recently I've just started to pay.The interest is killing me, but I'm thriftywith my abilities...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 04:14:00 PST

pull no punches

I've got this drummer in my chest,his beat is flagrantand abbreviated.He plays the intro to "brown sugar"then falls off pattern again and again.I think his name is Miguel.He holds the soul of a poet,a...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 06:06:00 PST

start it all again.

On an early night like tonight,with the stress of the day remarked away, like a check engine light flashedfrom on to off, I find my eyes fixedto this picture of you.It's not printed, it's not materia...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 04:11:00 PST

A quick, quiet second.

I thought about a lot of things tonight, andabout seventy five seconds of that time,you were the furthest thing from my mind.Far fucking away. On a train somewhere,Probably. I sat and watched you by t...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 11:52:00 PST

You, me. Us.

It's one of those days for smoking a lot.I'm slightly nervous.You see, I've spent a lot of time here,most of my life. I feel ready to changeagain. Ready to blow everything up.But this time, it's not m...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 09:55:00 PST

Just let me know, ok?

I feel fall roll around,and in it a sea of change.To grab a salt licked griponto this ship. Not too fastnot too slow. It's all about timing,is it not?What do you want? I can be therein the switch of a...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 10:29:00 PST

a tiny piece of rope.

I lean back against the porch, with one leg stuck behind mesure footed, against the wall.I look up to the left. Towatch the lightning off outin the distance and feel the wind against my neck.I inhale,...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 08:43:00 PST

The small of your back

You have been around, hereyou know who I amand what I do.You have been of your own person,with unfaltering opinions,and independence I have alwayscoveted for myself. Even thoughwe've all seen dangerou...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 05:22:00 PST

an open letter to an old love.

I can't write you. andwanted to say hi tonight.Also to go sit outside.It'd be a beautiful night to drive over near the Atlantic.And grab good coffee and smoke some smokes.I know you hate them, as do I...
Posted by Sean of the G. on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 09:17:00 PST

The jacket.

I have your jacket,It's hanging by the hook on my closet.Sometimes, I think about just bringing it downstairs.Knocking on your door and saying, "Hey, I have your jacket!"But I let it hang there. Here....
Posted by Sean of the G. on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 10:34:00 PST