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About Me



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Hi. I’m me. there, that part is out of the way. now, in regard to my "top friends" thing below, get over it. it's really nothing personal, just family and their projects. mayella detroit is a new bad that rocks the world. seriously. watch for them now before they seduce your children. as for the other, joe lewis has just finished the first installment in his on-going internet show "miss girl" you can find it at www.theadventuresofmissgirl.com it is also just fantastic. as always, thank you for your time.

My Interests

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oh god... i dont even know anymore.

My Blog

my brother, the writer.

this is a poem my brother wrote. The man doesn't so much as write words, but to me he seems to dance with them. Even when they break your heart it's still a dance, just a slow one. Sometime at the end...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 09:44:00 GMT

autumn's comings and goings

Autumn seems to have snuck up on me like a cat. With it's wind tugging at my sleeves, and it's leaves brushing by my ankles. I pull up my collar and think, when did this happen? A strong gust stops me...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 11:28:00 GMT

the mystery of moths

this is also long. sorry. ------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------- The smoke curls undisturbed in the still room. There are boxes stacked where once there was d...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 13:38:00 GMT

little girl blue

this is long.  sorry.  i want to post it anyway. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------- I was lucky enough to get a window seat during the late-lunch...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 15:33:00 GMT

my backbone

Somewhere deep into a quiet night I sit in a closed bar, with its windows covered by a metal grate and its door locked, fortified from all untold events that might be conspiring against me. Possibly ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 05:13:00 GMT

dead air.

The cell phone lays in my hand, unused, no signals to be sent or received, and yet I can't quite turn it off. We should get together, she said. We have to go over all of our papers. I replied, that wo...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Jul 2006 13:04:00 GMT

the assistant

Yeah, okay, I lied. So what? It seems I have more to say after all . . . During the world cup, I was working an outdoor arena with a massive LED screen projecting each and every game. The place sat b...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 10:08:00 GMT

my second to last myspace blog

When people ask me what I do (and strangely it is most often asked when I am working), the answer is always the same, I am a bartender. And to be honest, I am a damn good one. You could say it is...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 09:05:00 GMT

a word on violence

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman Blood, a coppery taste, fills my mouth. Bright red and watery from saliva. She walks next...
Posted by on Wed, 17 May 2006 14:59:00 GMT

hope and cum-trees

I became self-aware standing amid a warm breeze, and stepping out from under a green canopy into the sun. slow, cautious synaptic pulses took in my surroundings. It is bright, vivid, and warm, and I a...
Posted by on Fri, 05 May 2006 06:22:00 GMT