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About Me


'your not a man... you're just a mannequin'
"The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive." Robert Heinlein (1907 - 1988), "Job", 1984
"What I'm having is a memory. It's not a bad memory, it's even necessarily a good memory its just one of those twilight memories, or thoughts, the kind that get smoothed over with time and in the end that just sort of fade out and round off and fade away. It's almost a dream really. I'm young, but I'm just old enough to know something.... It was kinda that moment when your small, but you know that someday there will be more. And maybe that more will be uh harder but your gut says keep pushing, grow faster, we'll see when we get there, something like that. It was kinda in this instant our consciousness was born, self preservation, privacy, the type of insulations that we seek after we start collecting memories that start collecting years, you know for me at that moment my years were still few. Those ideas, while they were very much alive, they were kinda just seeds in search of water. I was still innocent but I think you know I knew that somewhere along the lines, that would change."
-Andrew McMahon

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

The Beach Boys :]

My Blog

Reality Enters the Stories of Life Like Rain on a Cloudy Day

Closing doors shut with our eyes, as we blinkThe world around us continues while we're still stuck in the same minute, can we breathe?My throat is choking by itself, smoke is spinning in my lungsYello...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 19:46:00 GMT

Love Is Red [acoustic 2weeks and counting]

I am blue, with a spot of clear glass to reflect my heart's true colorWhistles enter my ears I turn grayI am black today the darkness of the words eats apples, like the worms in the treesGreen tomorro...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 20:19:00 GMT

Sleep Continues To Tell Stories.

Art of the ages fills blank wallsMeaning turns to pencil marks of a black and white worldThe walls breathe the beauty of soundSilence is an illusion hereAs stillness punctures venoms gentle stingRain...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:16:00 GMT

Sirens Of My Latest Mistake

We hate what we loveAnd we love what we can't getOld Friends dyingOf lies and past regretsShe hits the wallPlastic shatters to piecesLights start to fall off into rain, which clouds the bitter skyShe ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 13:39:00 GMT