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christreen

All our schemes have holes in them

About Me

I'm Chris.

I'm tall, and I like it.
I'm vulgar and I probably swear too much.

My Interests

you.
the trees.
Charles Bukowski.
Ralph Eugene Meatyard.
writing.
Isaac Brock.
people who put up with me.
you.

I'd like to meet:

Everyone, anyone.

Or maybe classy people

Heroes:

The girl I'd always runaway to, Erica.

My Blog

Sunburn

Born on a tuesday, left on a monday. I can't find the missing days that were left between us. I could draw it out and map the points from the start to the finish, and i would find in the middle a clu...
Posted by christreen on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:53:00 PST

It's somewhere, I think.

Where is it? The hurt that throbbed, insanely throughout my body. It's out, over there, watching and waiting. The sorrow that tore my heart up, and swallowed the last drop. It's somewhere, sitting, c...
Posted by christreen on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 04:28:00 PST

Goodbye Tomorrow.

It didn't matter with doors closed, or wide open, I could still hear your wanting whispers ringing through my ears. Postively, unbelievably, obviously it will hurt uncontrollably. Across the...
Posted by christreen on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 12:41:00 PST

Stained lips.

despair, to despair; mourn. depart, departing, departed. hurt, hurting; to hurt. Tears, tears, tears. why? Waste the breath, the words, the unspeakable truth? Longing in this long, forsaken hallway wi...
Posted by christreen on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 08:54:00 PST

Immortals.

The wind spoke hard last night. It rang in my ears like the world was ending; The voice was as loud as a newborn child. I couldn't see, I couldn't think - It took the breath from my lips. It ran thr...
Posted by christreen on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 08:50:00 PST

Golden.

I know, he cannot turn the tide, as I wish he could. Exhausted, yet hopeful - My nerves quiver of the thought of losing my night, my sky, my sea. My unbound dreams. He cannot give me my things, ...
Posted by christreen on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 04:00:00 PST