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About Me


Life's wierd, ain't it? I perceive.....huh...
How do we solve our communication problems?
“From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea”

Swinburne

And the wild regrets and the bloody sweats None knew so well as I: That he who lives more lives than one, More deaths than one shall die.

Oscar Wilde
..I eat blind chinese people for breakfast. And who the hell carved whim on my door anyway? Did you Emerson? Oh thats not poetry...but I love writing. Art period I guess. I try to free myself from conformity, and if I like something that the masses also fancy, that is just happenstance. I play guitar and try to sing when I am alone (or drunk).
I am a violent pacifist. Most people are sheep or just downright plain. Entertain me please. Be different. I don't like shit. So therefore I don't take shit, eat shit, or give a shit. I do shit though.

I don't know. Who really gives a fuck about what I write here? We are all people with independent thoughts floating through space and my words won't really give you an insight into who I am. If you appreciate the words of a madman or a genius, let's talk. If you like things because they oil your life and make living in this world equivalent to a robot's algorithm....fuck off. But I love you... I do I do.

If any random musicians wanna jam out, listen to myself and my brother's music. Then it is just a matter of contacting. You know? I'm just saying. Dead Ego....the ego is my friend.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

If I didn't know my brother he would be the first person I would want to meet. Dead poets and artists...some musicians....I would like to meet someone important who's not egotistical. Important meaning changing the lives of the masses. Oscar Wilde is god and I am jesus....or Judas, whatever.

[email protected] for msn and archangel1386 for aim. 

My Blog

An Honest Liar

The Honest Liar A liar who cleans his mouth, is nearly like a fluffy stuffed grouse, The meat, its essence, is eluded, The purpose of it, like water diluted, A liar is a liar, no need to change, An ho...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 13:05:00 GMT

What we've come too.

Painfully TrueWe are made of what we cannot seeBut just because we cannot see does not mean it cannot be,After all, who can fathom the atomthat speedily flies across ones eyes,Yes, I..m afraid the tru...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 17:50:00 GMT

Time

Never Made In my most insightful moments, I..ve watched time pass,A slowly melting candle that, though slow, burns,An immense candle not contained in any hourglassand not measured in the number of ear...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 17:48:00 GMT

Ode to Lennon

Ode to LennonThe bare trees sway with the windas I walk through the forest alone,The dried leaves crinkle under stepsnot forced to fall and left to roam,I gaze at infinity in a pale blue sky,And I thi...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 17:32:00 GMT

Nymph (Not what you think)

The nymph's sweet jingling laugh roseas she jumped from flower to flowerin a verdant garden void of foes,"Who knows?" She said to no onebut answering all of the those who thought that it could not bet...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 17:29:00 GMT