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Ryan

Good friends we've had, good friends we've lost, along the way.

About Me

Take a ride in my Jeep
..

Love's strange, bee sting, what a fool I've been.
Serpentine, lives unwind, trees sing, flowers cry.
A frontier town, carpet brown, picking gold, raining down.
This time I do it now but I'll fast forward to a better spot now.
I can go back later I remember the place but it's not so easy to erase a pretty face.
Erase a pretty face. A pretty face.
Hand on mind all this time unraveling this ball of twine.
Butterfly back, climb thru paths, not too slow, not too fast.
Perfect place, pretty face, nice place for a rattlesnake.
Perfect place, out of face, a good day to make a mistake.
Each time and I do it now - fast forward to a better spot.
Go back later I remember the place but it's not so easy to erase a pretty face.

My Interests

music, bass guitars, smoking, reading, writing, poetry, painting, old crappy cars, small furry animals, people watching, slurping coffee, listening to people's inane conversations, avoiding rabid christians, alcohol, anime, drawing, photography, interesting junk, pounding nails into wood, fuckin with my cats head, dressing like a hobo because..I can, driving real slow in my old truck and watching people freak out behind me, shit like that.

I'd like to meet:

whomever. be interesting, and sincere. Or boring and good liar. Goodnight
Brush your pale hand across my face
close my eyes
leave my mind erased
of all the nights
spent in vain
of all the time
standing in the rain
Let me down
in my slumber
in a fog of nothing
in the arms of another
let my soul,
drift today
no words to speak
just slip away
no promises to break
just slip away
no need to be strong
just slip away
no right, no wrong..
slip away..
-me

holy one
chosen son
never to rest
till day is done

one last fight
one more night
searching for
what feels right
plans are made
destination laid
cross continental
divide

mountain clouds
are funeral shrouds
tears dry alone
on the ground

whispering winds
seeth within
thoughts are lust
thoughts are sin

safe inside
know the slide
falling down
another mountainside.

Music:

Floyd, Morphine, Beck, Max Creek, Type O Neg, Beastie Boys, MLWTTKK, Grim Faeries, Zeromancer, The Faint, Interpol, The Doors, Placebo, Grateful Dead, Gorillaz, Bela Fleck, Social Distortion, Mad Season, Maggy Star, Curve, Perfect Circle, Tool, Steve Earl, House of Pain, Rush, The New Riders of the Purple Sage, The Dead Milkmen, Burn Witch Burn, GG Allen, Elvis Hitler, Combustible Edison, Jerry Cantrell, Alice in Chains, Ministry, Motion for Alliance, Joe Strummer, Oysterhead, Primus, Rage Against the Machine, Reverend Horton Heat, System of a Down, The Pogues, The Smiths, Roger Waters, Tom Waits, Thievery Corporation, Nic Cave, Frontline Assembly, Patty Hurst, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Handsome Boy Modeling Club, Dolphin, The Streets, The Queers, Cypress Hill, Blu Cantrell, Tipsy, Dinosaur JR, Laura Veirs, Alexi Murdock, Guggenheim Grotto, Jose Gonzalez, Jauna Molina, Ali Fakar, The Hot Chip, Richard Shindell, Midlake, Xavier Rudd, The Cat Empire, Gomez, Hypnotic Clambake, YEP!

Movies:

anything that's not utter hollywood crap.

Television:

..is for gaming consoles and dvds

Books:

at this point, anything I haven't already read.

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you
We would zig zag our way
through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.

Heroes:

People are nothing but bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling.

I promise nothing: friends will part;
All things may end, for all began;
And truth and singleness of heart
Are mortal even as is man.

But this unlucky love should last
When answered passions thin to air;
Eternal fate so deep has cast
Its sure foundation of despair.

My Blog

Slavery

I lay here in this pool of wetnessthe soaked sheets underneaththe sole witnessto the last stab of desperationI felt you had to make.Thought there were no more bones to breakbut I was wrongwhich you pr...
Posted by Ryan on Fri, 04 May 2007 09:10:00 PST

Dreams of Obtuse Confusion

dizzy sexplosionsliding through the needywet corridors of acceptanceI adore you, mi' amorewanting, needing, takingmore-more-more-thesesilent prayers raised to a grinning god-exclamations, out of breat...
Posted by Ryan on Fri, 04 May 2007 08:41:00 PST

Animas

I care not, for the love of your body-only for the love of your soul.The body is only a vessela beautiful, flawed vesselthat changes every day.That love, such as it can give-is transient.I prefer deal...
Posted by Ryan on Fri, 04 May 2007 08:28:00 PST

2004

Seasons of silencemove the passing dust,that dirties the windowsof our sleeping souls.Entering the crackswe fill with hope-empty smiles, under closed eyeslay scattered by the side of the roadThose to...
Posted by Ryan on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 10:39:00 PST

Life is a postcard

When I was squatting in West Philly, I habitated a pretty nice 3 story brownstone for a while on Buckinham Place.  I had been invited to stay there by a band that had a building across the street...
Posted by Ryan on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 12:28:00 PST

spiritual advice from the crab sage.

don't pet the sweaty stuff, y'all.
Posted by Ryan on Sat, 17 Dec 2005 01:35:00 PST

Survey stuff..everything you wanted to know about..something..

1) What stickers do you have on your car, if any?DILLIGAF (do i look like i give a fuck), BLAME CANADA, The More You Dissaprove, The More Fun it Is for Me, 90% of all people are caused by accidents,...
Posted by Ryan on Wed, 30 Nov 2005 10:35:00 PST

E2 post saved for posterity

Finding a bathroom in New York City (place) (all of Finding a bathroom in New York City, there are 4 more in this node) (place) by Garryn (1 hr) (print) Rep: 25 ( +37 / -12 )Mon Apr 08 2002 ...
Posted by Ryan on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 01:29:00 PST

Chapter III

Book III He remembered that he had thrown the girl against the wall and he paused. The street was black. Great shadows balanced themselves on his eyes. "I have escaped from myself," he muttered....
Posted by Ryan on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:19:00 PST

chapter two

  Book II It was autumn. The air was colored like the face of a sick boy. Upon the streets rested a windless chill. The pavements were somber as during rain. There was an absence of illus...
Posted by Ryan on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:12:00 PST