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Holsinger, the starving artist

“We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”

About Me

More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself...........um........oatmeal,markers,pens,paint,ink,sk in,needles,motorcycles,pickles,dirty guitar,big belt buckles,black boots,black t-shirts,rubber ducks,vampire encyclopedias,comic books,good karma,cause and effect,broken heart,broken bones,black and white photographs, and leaving myself vulnerable... Free Twisted layouts at twistedsiblings.com

My Interests

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on...
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I'd like to meet:

“Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.”

Music:

Faith No More, any thing with Mike Patton, Type O Negative, Glenn Danzig, Marcy Playground, John Wozniak, The Who, David Bowie, Patrick Sweaney, Teddy Morgan, Slayer, Kelly Pardekooper, Alan D, Social Distortion, The Hedwig and the Angry Inch Soundtrack.. Much more..
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Movies:

Snatch, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Donnie Darko, Layer Cake...

Television:

x files re-runs... the food channel...

Books:

comic books, biker mags, tattoo mags, art books, instructional manuals, goth porn...

Heroes:

all your heroes will eventually disappoint you and completely let you down...

My Blog

rambling...

thirteen miles barefoot gravel path looking back got an itch i can't scratch.  burnt yellow fingers blistered lips what is this strange familiar scent falling down around me?  broken bones a...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 10:19:00 PST

la la la la la la la la laaaaaa

what to say who to blame had a horrible day.cut the chase you're a waste leave a bad taste just walk away.keeping stride broken bride no where to hide no games to play.got the blues from the booze got...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 11:06:00 PST

your will

Something finds methat something binds meand never lets go.Water cleanse meyour will it bends meand the tears start to flow.Your voice it haunts meand your smile it taunts meyou have so much to show.W...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 07:53:00 PST

someday perhaps...

Sometimes I wonder what might bewonder what could have beenin these photographs brittle and faded.It all gets shifted and moved in an instant it all gets moved aroundlike a brittle dead branch blowing...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 07:44:00 PST

hopeful and hopeless

drunk again...high on nicotine and oxygen depravation...please show me how to wash this blood from my hands...make this go away.choking on the day's realizations and false interpretations...mezmerized...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Sat, 26 May 2007 11:06:00 PST

waiting

I move along... like something's wrongLooking up I see lightning flash, I hear the thunder crashWondering when will you come my way...Wanting you so much... I feel out of touchLooking down my skin gro...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Sat, 12 May 2007 04:15:00 PST

work in progress (edited v1.2)

getting up from one knee onto both of my slowly-numbing feet.  Standing in a world that has had the proverbial rug pulled out from under it.  In a time of rotten social decay and unrest.&nbs...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 10:51:00 PST

Journey Part IV

...I sat there for quite some time without saying a word.  I just stared into their eyes and was content with that.  They seemed to be having a conversation with each other but weren't sayin...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 09:48:00 PST

journey part III

I woke up anew.  A new town, a new hotel, a new outlook on life... catching myself staring misty eyed off the edge of a ratty old balcony connected to a former southern plantation house.  Th...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 12:50:00 PST

Journey Part II

I wandered aimlessly for hours between mausoleums and graves sitting on top of the black sandy soil.  I went here and there... touching stones and walls and I swear that things were touching me a...
Posted by Holsinger, the starving artist on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 01:02:00 PST