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About Me

Devising a clear interpretation of dedicated deception. A curious, obnoxious declaration of my potency. Loud heralds of integrity, trumpeted with confident obstinance from a strong, ugly mouth. My broad, exaggerated shoulders slumping while supporting a proud, squinting face. It sits on a facade posture, crowding your judgement with my allusions to mediocre greatness. There are fashion flickers of discards and bling, impressing yet pathetic. Talking circles of who I am is hilarious because I am a deepening, beautiful puddle, of piss, of love, of glory, hatred and self depreciation and the epitome of life, expressed as complete failure and simultaneous glory. I don't want to miss out on an oppurtunity to meet anyone with something to say, something to state. Anyone who truly wants to be heard and discuss something. People who can conjure thought, brainstorm, muster idea groups to make a discussion full and meaningful. Photography and images are becoming a prerequisite to social adaption, a code of worth attatched, a crying shame. How many of the great geniuses and contributers imitated famed, lush idiots? How many ground-breakers and Nobel prize winners are drop dead gorgeous? I am not on myspace to swap undawears with you. I question my accountability in my time spent, I have wasted so much already. I can never present something like this paragraph with unflinching satisfaction.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Scrabble friends. Dancing friends. A great apartment. Community liasons. A great commitment. A million dollars. The chance of a lifetime. Endless poppyseed muffins.

My Blog

asininny

I should be contributing to the creative writing journal I started at http://packingslip.livejournal.com/ . That isn’t an invite really. I think it’s more of a promise to myself. Lik...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 00:06:00 GMT

Drop-down fast

Today I feel like everything is in it's place. As I walk through the hall, the floor boards lay in attention, those that just yesterday seemed askew. They look more formal, as if they prepar...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 23:25:00 GMT

Maximum 95 charaters

When I try to tell people things, I try to use the words to describe exatly what I mean. I never thought that saying what you think exactly could be confusing, but it can be, even if you're trying to ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 16:43:00 GMT

Terradoilance

Melting beads of water play tag down the glass slope and a thick fog embraces everything as it moves around. The structures of icey gravel pose in their unique marvel in the r...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 09:57:00 GMT

Quaxazime

What treacherous folly. Whenever I go to pick up the little cicrles that fall on the surfaces all around me, they move out of the way, slipping into deep spots between matter into nothing, or so ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 09:47:00 GMT

Territorial Observations

I am on a mission for the core of everything I come into contact with. I am never satisfied with "for nows" and "good enoughs." I am hopelessly dramatic in a reserved and personal way. The obsession o...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 09:33:00 GMT

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Alfy

Gerry was wringing her hands, staring into the puddle at her sepia reflection, wondering something she would forget when prompted by something actual. Crytal clear edges on the muddy abyss reveal...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 06:34:00 GMT

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Wearing this heavy, thick coat of impotence. Total and utter emptiness. Complete, terrible, devastating annihilation. Feeling a sense of loss about myself, not my situation. Bleeding, cryi...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 16:46:00 GMT

Let's not pidgeon hole

Tuning into other frequencies takes effort. Question whether or not it's really worth it, consider these possibilities: -After adjusting signals for an extended period of time, you may not satisfy you...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 00:16:00 GMT