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About Me

I see something beautiful every day. The CricketSoda Myspace Profile Editor IM: UponFrozenOceans YouTube: AnimalEngines We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields under the trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

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A Camping with a Jon/ Pics of Frankie

11/12/08Dear diary,i am camping with Jon today at Hillsborough State Park. We just arrived and already i have something to write about! First of all, i saw two wild black hogs about half a mile before...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 00:25:00 GMT

The End of Summer

December 2006i wrote this for my SPC comp class. i usually don't write so umm.. precise i guess the word would be.The End of Summer Ever since I was about six years old, I can remember going ...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 11:50:00 GMT

Fresh Snow Falling

As we're walking down this path in the dark, all we can hear is twigs snapping under our feet and our mouths breathing. I can feel your warm gloved hand. I can hear your mouth talking but ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 14:02:00 GMT

Consolidation

She was confused. She wanted to be as beautiful so as she could slip into any territory and feel welcomed, like a beautiful white bird. Exotic. Like a peacock is always awed upon arrival. She wanted...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:49:00 GMT

What do you want to do tonight?

On a very humid purple night, we can make a stairway of plastic crates that go up to the top of the sky so we can climb it together. I want to walk hand in hand, down a never-ending night with y...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:21:00 GMT

Wheatgrass Shampoo

My sinuses are fucking killing me. My skin is greasy as balls- It's making me breakout. My hands feel it and sweat instantly. I'm not a fucking cockroache. I don't really...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:03:00 GMT

Baby momma drama banana whamma slamma

I THINK THE PUNISHMENT SHOULD BE TO EVERY WOMAN THAT FALSELY ACCUSES A MAN OF HER CHILD BEING THE BABY DADDY WHEN SHE ISN'T SURE WHOS IT REALLY IS... THE PUNISHMENT IS SHE HAS TO PUT THE CHILD BACK IN...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 23:39:00 GMT

Thumb-twidling Finger-tapping Stabby-Stabbing

This little prick she sat there staring at his blank piss ant self. Blah after word of word. She tried to salvage the least stale of them all. Brush that dust off with her finger and try to paint a pi...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 08:17:00 GMT

Night Vision

2005 manufactured moths apparitions of halves of thoughts lured toward flourescent deceptions arriving having no explanations but temptations of paper thin wings rustling in circles brushing a...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 11:53:00 GMT

Static Electricity

Feb. 2004 Theworld is black and white. It's all in context. Everything is moving slowly as you eye gazes across the horizon. The sun is white. The lights are white. The night is black. Clouds m...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 19:46:00 GMT