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About Me

Being a dad is the coolest thing ever to happen to me. My son's are epic. I dont' have a clue about life. I thought I would by now. I'm begining to think no one does they just fake it. One thing I'm certain of is I don't have to have a clue about life. It seems to give me everything I need even if it's adversity. I have had amazing times and have true friends. I don't have a structue to judge my life by anymore. Not that outside structures ever realy benefited me. I have lived and live. I have had my times of ecstacy and heart break. Pain I have caused and pain I have felt. I have loved. Oh my god I have loved! I have beheld such beauty. I'm close with my family and feel blessed. I see my son's as little cruisers and my job as their father is to facilitate their cruise. Wherever they want to go with it. They are still golden and innocent happy. I wish I could save them from their heartbreaks and disapointments. But that is all part of the ride. Their mother and I split time with them. We work it all out very well. Inspite of our differences. I feel very blessed that they have such a wonderfull mother. We love each other and can't stand each other. But in the end we respect. If I could have it anyway I would want for my son's to be able to come to me always and know I'm open and love them unconditionaly. As far as me I seek out beauty. When Im up I go to nature. When I feel fractured I go to nature. I have a relationship with my mountains and rivers. I have a sorded passionate affair with a certain Hot Spring. I know them all by name and they sing to me. I have a small business that has been very good to me. I like to write poetry short stories childrens stories and recite it all to random strangers and stay as anonymous as I can. I also play a little guitar and write cheesy songs. I have slipped far enough into my own delusion I no longer fit into the norm. You could say I'm a freak but I'm cool with it. I can play the game but it's a thin veil. It's difficult to have meaningless conversations anymore.Give me something real! Please. You can't piss me off or disapoint me. Just be you unapologeticaly.Were all having this experience what ever it is. Being honest about it is a skill worth developing. If you want to love me. Let me love you. If you wish to own me. I will break your heart. And so it is......... Plain MySpace Layouts by Iron Spider

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Now that I think about this. It would be nice to meet me. I mean I could make peace with myself. Then make friends with myself. Then get me naked and do nasty things to myself. Oh my. Perhaps then I would not feel the need to stay in a state of perinial escapism. Until then......... I guess I'm stuck with you guys. which is realy quite charming. Thank you. Now lets escape.

My Blog

Dont click on this!!!!

So yeah. I don't expect anyone to get this. We all have our perceptions of ourselves we like to keep. The ego we believe about ourselves. The shiny side of ourselves. We want everyone else to see. The...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 03:38:00 GMT

The Epiphany

The wind blows across the Ocean sweeping over the swells. Drawing up water vapor. Turning it into clouds spinning them around and sending it back down raindrops from heaven. Rushing into the main land...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 13:00:00 GMT

blog

Hello. Is there anyone out there? I keep waking up in this same body. It's kind of cruel. Also kind of cool. Its all so right, and something is amiss. I don't know? There has got to be somethin...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 20:18:00 GMT

Rambling

So I would have to prelude this certain letter. As me simply talking to myself as though you were looking in a mirror back at me. But the reflection is myself. It's all one thing. I believe this. With...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 13:00:00 GMT

The Peach

The Peach One of the most sensual experiences I have ever had was with a peach. I was reading a book about sensuality. About being alive. This seemed interesting to me. At the time and still today I w...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 16:25:00 GMT

An Ode

An Ode to the Fairy of the waters of the Santiam. Not the only fairy of the waters of the Santiam. Just the one that I met. As she held my breath. While my body drifted lifelessly down stream. ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 13:02:00 GMT

Forever Dancing

Ok this is an actual letter sent to a friend of mine. Who is just begining a heart break. I was thinking of my heart break. My loss. Of my love. I was writing this to her. She is an old friend. But I ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 12:55:00 GMT

Fantasy

FANTASY When will I see you again. Will you ever hear this song. Why did it all come to an end? Must have been cursed all along. I think back on how we were. In my fonder memorys of yesterday. ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jan 2007 12:39:00 GMT

Cheese

She looked over my poetry. Lingering on every line. She touched her fore finger to her face. Then she looked me striaght down into the eyes and with a twisted sort of pleasure she said. "Billy" (she h...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Oct 2006 08:44:00 GMT

alive

Shal I tell you a story. First I should to warn you. For this is a story that has brought kings to their knees. Caused Oceans to boil. Hearts have been broken. Fortunes squandered. Wars w...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 11:59:00 GMT