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About Me

my right has much to teach my left.
"But she did look back, and i love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. so it goes. people aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore." -Kurt Vonnegut (slaughter-house-five)
right now i have nothing to offer,
one day ill be eccentric.
so lets grow together.
i am filthy. my words are sparse and rarely hold the meaning i intend them to. im terrible with first impressions. i feel that every day is an experience, and my time is spent wasted in a lighter sence. reality is something eaisly misplaced, and im finding it harder to hold on to my own. i do things in excess, and sometimes that burns my candle at both ends. ive come to find that truth will always hurt and love will always lie. but life is too much to sum up in a in a few lines so ill leave you with this;
pleasure, im alexxx.
I wont come out, you must come in. into my womb garden where I peer out. Where I can construct a universe within the skull to rival the reaL.
-Jim Morrison

My Interests

music, fasion, art, writing, drugs, life, astrology and some other things.
i like sex.
i smoke weed to function.
i like snowboarding and skatebording
i enjoy music.
i smoke about a pack a day.
im ill most of the time. & i rarely go to school.
i lose things a lot.
im a vegitarian.
im a writer.
im a thinker.
art is my passion.
i live for me.
i live for now.
i like simple situations,
with complex descriptions.
i like big vocabularies.
i admire intelligence.
i am too excepting,
and too forgiving.
dont take my love for granted.

hey you, standing in the aisles with itchy feet and fading smiles. can you feel me?
hey you, out there on your own siting naked by the phone. would you touch me?
hey you, out beyond the wall breaking bottles in the hall. can you help me?
hey you, out there in the cold getting lonley getting old. can you feel me?
hey you, with your ear against the wall waiting for someone to call out. would you touch me?
hey you, standing in the road always doing what your told. can you help me?

I'd like to meet:



"DISECTION: I want to get inside you, read you, rip your veins apart. Count the bruises within, and memorize every scar thats left its mark upon you. I need to push you away and then slowly pull you back; just to see if you are willing to both loose and win. I want you to feel uncomfortable when i ask you what you are thinking about at random; its the bewildered eyes that satisfy me. Quiet people i adore you; i will hiddenly observe you; and be so anonimously eager to make you scream. Outgoing ones; i envy your sense of conformity, but i have every notion to sew your mouth shut to help you appreciate the silence you are too busy to ever hear. I like the way people are; but i like even more playing with their faults; messing with their fears; altering their mind frame so much, that they can be comfortable in any skin, not just their own.

ANATOMY:I wish i knew what it meant to be me. The more i think about it, the greater my headache burns. With my inner complexity, I suppose you can describe me as a ball of rubberbands. Twisted; tangled. All my thoughts are intertwined with every part of me. I don't have a solid core. Im filled with gaps and holes throught the coarse of my body. "I feel like a perpetual smudge. My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots." I dont consider my heart as the center of my body, and i dont consider it something worth giving to another person. I won't follow a piece of muscle, and one cannot break it because of a failing love relationship. I dont beleive in love; this is because people have taken that exact word and altered its meanings so immensely. It dwindles in its context; it means so much less these days. I believe there is something more extraordinary out there; maybe there is not a word for it, but i will find it. I like to meet new people. The thought of being entirely new to someone is beautiful. I have every intention to lie and make up some heroic story about my life; only because they have no proof of proving it wrong, but i stick to the truth, because i want this all to be the truth.

SURGERY:If you and I happen to lock eyes as we walk about on this earth's crust; I promise you, you mean something to me. I see you wrapped in your individual linen; I just want you to know, you look like the sun. You are bright and I pray that you would follow me forever. If not, I won’t hesitate to follow you. When I people observe; literally daily, I cant help but yearn for you. If I could, I would gently wrap you in my hands and place you safely in my pocket. You will be mine and I will be yours. Attached at the hip, only separated by a thin piece of cloth. You’ll understand me as I will understand you. For we know nothing of each other to judge. I hope you wont flee; run from me. I must admit, unfamiliar confrontation; engaging in nervous conversation; unfamiliar attraction; scares me, but I assure you, we will make the best of our time. I will want your hands, for those parts of your body I need for myself. You veins and wrinkles look perfect against the melon in your skin. Your fingernail, what happened? There’s always something wrong with at least one of them. I like the ghost in your voice, hiding every bad event; decision; thought; in your past you’ve ever had. Cute. You shadow looks perfect under you; it mimics your hips perfectly; whether they are curvy or straight; they are beautiful. You are beautiful. You have caught my attention. Now...I pray that i have yours. You take it from here.

BLOOD DONATION: Love of mine, someday our feelings will die. Only because I will not give myself to you. You are not my world, but a great part of it. You are not my reason for existence, but you have me striving harder to live fuller each day. You are not my everything, but a pure something that is special to me. My heart does not belong to you; I will never give that part of me away, so please dont assign me yours. You are not mine, but your mothers son that I share. I do not have a love life. I have a like life and I’m doing just fine. I don’t believe in young love. All whom I care for at this age intimately are only stepping stones guiding me towards my future only one. It is within that approaching time where I will lay myself down for that one person. Its that time where you may call me yours, as I will call you mine. I will not hold another. I will not want another. I will not love another. As for now, beautiful one, I will keep quiet close to you under the sheets, in your eyes, loving you from afar."
written by;
this chick.
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm? fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid= 44045661&MyToken= 6568e766-ebbd-4ed0-a46b-443520be1a61

where is my mind?

i want more than anything, to find someone/something real.
different than anything i've ever had before.

Music:


jams.
i dig....
subblime, led zeppelin, the doors, clinic, pink floyd, the grateful dead, santogold, jefferson airplane, the shins, the distillers, guttermouth, smashing pumpkins, the velvet underground, yeah yeah yeahs, derek trucks, susan tedschi, the allmon brothers, goo goo dolls, rancid, the ramones, dada, the red hot chili peppers, the blow, bright eyes, 311, jimi hendrix, the beatles, cream, neil young, black sabeth, marcy play ground, frank zappa, eric claptin, trouble, land of the loops, opm, tegan and sara, the gits, ozzy, the sex pistols, zz top, paramore, the rhones, CAKE, the ramones, tech n9ne, jack johnson, nwa, phish, string cheese incedent, flyleaf, the cranberries, galactic, govt' mule, eazy E, the white stripes, maralyn manson, the racuntours, ben harper,rahzel, james brown, say anything, ben lee, gregory and the hawk, shiney toy guns, the killers, regina spector, ween, wilco, the new pornographers, bone thugz, lil wayne, death cab for cutie, snoop dog, joan jet and the black hearts, TAT, incubus, tsunami bomb, new pornographers, ac/dc, the rolling stones, sean lennon, queen, boston, cat stevens, the cure, atmosphere, widespread panic, imortal technique, kings of leon, no doubt, long beach dub all-stars, ben folds, ben folds five, pepper, anti-flag, noFX, mary magdalan, weezer, the violent femmes, the beastie boys, collie budz, bela fleck, g-love, bob marley and the wailers, matisyahu, damien marley, the comas, the coral, damien rice, dead kennedys, the doobie brothers, doves, foo fighters, the lemon heads, lydia, the mars volta, modest mouse, morphine, my morning jacket, nirvana the offspring, nin, presidents of the united states, semisonic, simon and garfunkle, slightly stoopid, sonic youth, spoon, the steve miller band, dr. dre.....
it goes on.Which Far out 60's-70's band are you?

Pink Floyd
You are PINK FLOYD! This means your deep yet misunderstood...and the hard core drugs don't help either.
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Movies:


flicks.
better off dead, 1408, running with scissors, fight club, american beauty, science of sleep, thumbsucker, little miss sunshine, runnig scared, lonsome jim, crazy/beautiful, devals rejects, american history x, requim for a dream, thirteen, cheech and chong's, gumo, l.i.e, the deval and danile johnson, ghost world, The Doors, eternal sunshine of the spotless minde, almost famous, fast times at ridgemont high, sid and nancy, party monsters, saved, slc punk, how high?, fear and loathing, spanglish, mean girls, alice in wonderland, pink floyd: the wall, mean creak, my own privet idaho, igby goes down, elephant, clockwork orange, grass, super troopers, spun, harold and kumar go to whit castle, stoKed, half baked, team america, anchor man, girl interupted, dazed and confussed, tart, napolian dynomight, how to deal, the good girl, theres something about marry, little nickey, water boy, now and then, bandets, moulan ruge, shallo hall and many more. mostly indapendent films you wouldnt know the names of.

Television:


♥ no television.
Name lyts©

Books:


i really dig books/reading.
slaughterhouse-five, naked lunch, brave new world, fear and loathing in las vegas, sugar rush, on the road again, no one here gets out alive; jim morrison's biography,go ask alice, josie and jack, willaim blak and walt witman, a million little peices, my friend lenoard, the perks of being a wall flowere, alice and wonderland, through the looking glass, any and all poetry books, the paralelle universe of liars, prozac nation, anyone but you, feeling sorry for celia, escape form nowhere, oh the places youll go, alice i think, the catcher in the rye, crave, desperation, hearts in atlantice, most franz kafka, smack, only revolutions, misery, a child called it, lost boy.

Heroes:


insparations.
jim morrison ♥

bradley nowell ♥

robert plant ♥

brody dale ♥

connor oberst ♥

twiggy ♥

ween ♥

My Blog

were just thoughts, so go ahead and speak.

akward. my life is akward and my feelings are mixed. high, low, high, low, high, low, empty. drag, cough. tilt, swallow. digest, trip. nose to brain. maybe thats the problem, but i've convinced myself...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 08:45:00 PST

a friend of the devil, is a friend of mine.

her voice grinds gears between my veins and tears and sooths the crack between my ribsso bleed for mebreathe for melove for mekill for methe way i die for you and barginwhats left of my soulto heal th...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 05:07:00 PST

i need you like water in my lungs.

untitled.hungerravenous teeth grind patternsin their sleepstarved for somethingmore than flesh and bloodso calus how easily they cast off the hands that feeda generationsplayed on hands and kneesthey ...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 05:00:00 PST

it is the springtime of my loving.

an empty pack of ciggarettes & i find myself alone with you again, a million miles away but that dont change the fact that i can taste your breath as you climb backwards down my walls and drown me...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 05:22:00 PST

slack jaw baby.

o1. slack jaw baby gonna break my soulgonna ride my highgonna take his toleslack jaw baby gonna bend my mindgonna drink my thoughtsgonna take his timeslack jaw baby gonna crack my ribsgonna rob my hea...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Thu, 31 May 2007 08:10:00 PST

tounges are restless.

o1.silvr, gold, a greying huethe shadows dance for me and youamong the rocks and roots we've founda secret laid in shallow groundtheat changed the way i view the world and beckond all my pretense fort...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Fri, 04 May 2007 08:26:00 PST

turn me on when i get lonley.

01.marcy do your fingers bleedfrom pulling at your chain and leada prisoner of war tonightso baby please dont fuss and fightsuccumb to dirty hands a pleesthe feelings change like purpled kneessnarling...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 05:21:00 PST

how come 24 hours seems to slip into days.

whispers craw across my spineand scream into my hollow ears.a peircing resognitionof the way my bodys slack.thoughts drip like fluid from my pores and soak my bones in a muddled glaze of this and...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 06:46:00 PST

i've never met a boy quite like you, who could shimmer and rot at the same time through.

He and I.body plained & leval mind, I follow feet the hand in minethrough glassy eyes I look to him, the boy that holds my broken limb& sickly smile unto the weeds, a secret told through brok...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 08:28:00 PST

maybe youve been brainwashed too.

01.like a child on a leash i will struggle for freedoma life that i do not posseschew the leathergrind my bonesthey pull hte reignsi chomp the bitdrowning in my selfish thoughts while choaking on my h...
Posted by p§ychedelic.me§§ on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 06:08:00 PST