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Bryan dreams of.

About Me

i am, as many are, defined by my vices. this page isnt me, it is just a representation of how i'd like you to see me, how i'd like to see myself. its just masquerade, and chances you arent who you claim to be either, i know how it works and i know you know as well. to think that any one of us myspacers is exempt from this tirade is a pipe dream. we take strategic photos that make us look much more attractive than we actually are, post photos of our lives which appear much more interesting than they actually are, you know who you are and i do as well. inserting brilliant quotes or listing artists or whatever makes you seem that much more legitimate. the truth is that you yourself are many people, none of which is actually who you'd wish to be, and trying to unite these different dimensions that comprise your personality, well thats just another dimension, another mask, more false than ever. that doesnt mean i cant love you as a real person does, or respect you for that matter, but really, dont kid yourself, or me, and i'll try not to pull the wool over your eyes either. and if you do insist on pretending, well then do it artfully, in such a way that reveals the beautiful inventions of your personality rather than concealing yourself entirely beneath a mountain of intrests. we'll try and maintain at least a scrap of honesty in all of this, thats the way it could be.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

this child, in me.

Quiero dormir el sueño de las manzanas,
alejarme del tumulto de los cementerios.
Quiero dormir el sueño de aquel niño
que quería cortarse el corazón en alta mar.

No quiero que me repitan que los muertos no pierden la sangre:
que la boca podrida sigue pidiendo agua.
No quiero enterarme de los martirios que da la hierba,
ni de la luna con boca de serpiente
que trabaja antes del amanecer.

Quiero dormir un rato,
un rato, un minuto, un siglo;
pero que todos sepan que no he muerto;
que haya un establo de oro en mis labios;
que soy un pequeño amigo del viento Oeste;
que soy la sombra inmensa de mis lágrimas.

Cúbreme por la aurora con un velo,
porque me arrojará puñados de hormigas,
y moja con agua dura mis zapatos
para que resbale la pinza de su alacrán.

Porque quiero dormir el sueño de las manzanas
para aprender un llanto que me limpie de tierra;
porque quiero vivir con aquel niño oscuro
que quería cortarse el corazón en alta mar.

-Fredrico Garcia Lorca.

My Blog

9-25-09

As a Christian I prefer the kaleidoscope.The ants throw themselves entirely upon the mantisWithout personal regard, bring it down.Innumerable, the little triumphs, the greater goods.In my day, today, ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Sep 2009 16:48:00 GMT

9-24-09

For how long, exactly, have your daydreams bored you to sleep?Was it that your flight was cancelled mid air?Sorry that Ive been rasping the tinsel from our nostalgia for cash.Sorry that Sorry has bee...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Sep 2009 14:15:00 GMT

7-23-09

Brand New truthsIt is with the intention to enjoy astronomy and anatomy similarlyAnd when noticing the ecstasy of a body opened surgicallyThe vivisection of memory begot The hard drive, the drearilyRe...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Jul 2009 10:45:00 GMT

6-29

Smoke pilfered the drapes. Sun bit the meadow. You and IGathered our legs beneath us, leapt, tugging down an angel,And hand over hand reeled it in by its whisper of satin. Wings are so fragile, They b...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 19:55:00 GMT

6-20-09

Once traumatized and the heart reveals a gun that neverStops firing. Heroin clouds the blood stream, thoughFor some, blood clouds over the heroin stream-Forever, for some powders blank the mind in gli...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Jun 2009 23:19:00 GMT

micro poems

I waited for a poem to pull the chair out from beneath meThough now I realize that its bolted downIt was rude for me to have thrown the first stone, but sinceIt was a mirror, I figured that, never min...
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 12:10:00 GMT

little god poem.

Watching as the solitaryBlack ant traverses the glossy tundraOf the sink, dipping His antennae into the impossibleCrevice of the sinkholeI cant help but smile above him,His god now, benevolent, this...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 16:40:00 GMT

12-26-07

The lights' needles travel on the wind Invigorating my bones. Yesterday, though, Too strong a wind blew through me   Having forgotten how to breath My soul was blown from me Like a handkerchief   I ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 11:52:00 GMT

9-3-07

Insomnia.   A sandstorm drives into me, Finely gritting my eyelids, You are near, sprawled In your cooled lake of a body, Legs amputated by shadow&   How, lying here next to you, My eyes r...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 17:16:00 GMT

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god is lying on the operating table, his pristine face bashed in like a hot air balloon in a hurricane. jesus pacing anxious in the waiting room, his sandals making those slapping sounds on his call...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 02:13:00 GMT