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About Me

she wrote "I Love,that is all."[I] Attend to the forgotten and unseen,the misunderstood ,mistaken and forlorn. scripting the Twilight through the In.Between. from all angles.[sideways too] marking little beginnings and stitching little continuations,.a vagrant,a recluse,a dodger... dancing with seclusion,writing wilst walking backwards through nocturnal hills and valleys, visually attempting to interpret what my damaged attic slyly sneaks beneith all those doors...through any means within claws reach..give me paper,give me film,give me soundbits, give me fire... when articulation stands at a standstill in the verbalized masses of everyday exsistence,i tend to stammer. but with that illkept brain keeping dreams and eccentricities close, i will make you puzzels,give you rhymes/..tell you stories through letters and collage..don a mask and wrap in gauze..i'll etch those worlds that might shake things up... tune the ears with words for the eyes to touch.. it..almost tastes like pepper,and the thunder of dreams.. fingers like white spiders upon decaying piano keys... what a Love. [i try,i work,at healing distastes and inbred misunderstanding./the works of making those little holes in the blindfolds, questionmarks and doubletakes, the little snippets of unsteady ground,in which we ask what do we beleive?] . . .... if i were to unlatch all these masks, you'd still find me[core] behind all their eyes..i am all and i am none,the faces are mere confetti in a crowd of actors. i is just a letter,here are my hands... .. I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

the intelligensia.

My Blog

revisiting corner joints with black kaffee

insufficient funds,.in the backlogged sidestreetsskippin' stones down those long winding alleysonward the legs walk,pants scuffing at the chipped backheelspinstripe and cigarette burn ,a miniature mar...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:31:00 GMT

Carnival callings

there was a ragtag band following behind usall dressed in chalk smeared black and red diamonds,blues smudged as the night pastel over sharpened cobblesin silence and in musick,tophats tilted and patch...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:15:00 GMT

New art up, despite the elusiveness of real website

Despite the lack at present of any trace of whatever website i am told i need, I do the best that within my semicomputerliterate skills, and put some of my works up on flickr [ www.flickr.com/artfuldo...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 18:12:00 GMT

The room of mis,guided instruments

tiptaptiptapscratchwith slithering scrapingthere stole forward rusting metalarms and legs in the shapes of bladeswires running,runningfrom cranium to poorly welded tailsthroughout bolted torso,in samp...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:38:00 GMT

Dear moonlight sonata

when the sky clouds over,you bow your headthe onslaught of rain and grains of sandscraps of initiative to step upor step backcurling and uncurling within your snailshellwaving out the lines of notes o...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:30:00 GMT

silent dreams crumble like cigar ash,.

silent dreams crumble like cigar ash,twas a calming alternative...with a smear of watercolor,the greens and blues did smilecreeping over the scenariowith a more indepth plan than previously given.mood...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 04:33:00 GMT

sinking ships...

when its all a ragin' like thismy mind has a hard time keepin' still..and when the tilt goes beyond the hatthe seams begin to come undonelike dirty shoelaces,.and the language barriersbetween certain ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 21:43:00 GMT

the end of the world.a very silly thing indeed.

vibrant,the end of the world stood giggling ever so slightly,hiding its shy eyes with little fingersand gazing about as a child might/.it was ten to six,and the sun had bearly begun to risebut you kno...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 22:27:00 GMT

as crude as watercolor uncontrolled[is it ever?]

it went all strangely..making wishespeel off at the corners of her mouth like gold leafso delicately..torn up in anguish,or scattered like liesthe dovetailedjoints were twisting earslike nothing else/...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 17:32:00 GMT

kriss.krossin'

it all started,.with a slo.o.o.w crawl as the bass slowly nudged the ears spillin' coffee in the collars of the mystery men,.sunglasses on even at night[just like that song said] creeping down snowcla...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 20:27:00 GMT