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I am here for Friends

About Me

"I want to be inside your brain one day.
I want to see what it looks like in there."
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"maybe they will say that you were sweet, like a heart."
intellectualism is way cool
I am captivated by the essence of humans
I can spend the day in bed focused on the delicate rise and fall of my ribcage
Or I can channel the constant yet chaotic flow of intellect seeping from my brain
GO WRITE A FUCKING BOOK THAT NO ONE WILL EVER WANT TO READ, YOU PRETENTIOUS FUCK
I, too, can find endless beauty in nature
I can gaze hopelessly for hours at the night sky's gently twinkling stars
Or I can find those same stars in your eyes
BUT I'M NOT GOING TO WRITE A FUCKING POEM ABOUT IT
...oh, shit.
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I'm not trying to be ironically myspace (yes, that's an adjective) when I list myself as a "proud parent." I really do have a son, and he's pretty great.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

hot ones with faces and bodies and teeth and stuff
someone who can match my skill level in Boggle - not an easy feat.
someone who's neither a fan of dry-humping nor ska
others who shed tears during jif peanut butter commercials.

My Blog

you come on like a flame, and then you turn a cold shoulder

pictures from the fire aftermath ---- a soggy, sooty mess of xmas presents the attic fell through the dining room ceiling there are firepeople handprints all over the place the ceiling in the offi...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 17:49:00 GMT

drunksass

I'm moving these here because they were taking up far too much of my precious profile space.    I like my friends, and I like rum.  hearts, kids.
Posted by on Mon, 24 Jul 2006 08:37:00 GMT

WOLF PARADE, again.

you are a runner and I am my father's son I listen to this song incessantly and it never fails to give me shivers.  such lovely imagery.... have a look-see: I got a number on me I got a number ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

WOLF PARADE

the song currently playing in my profile is "sons and daughters of hungry ghosts," in case you were wondering. I am fully obsessed with it.. you know when you find a song that seems to embody every a...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

do you ever forget to breathe?

you know, even supposedly involuntary occurrences take effort sometimes. yeah, that's how things have been lately.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT