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.Marconi

Suave in Black & White.

About Me

I'm Chris... I like things, and doing stuff. [that is all]

My Interests

you. no, really... unless you think you're boring?

I'd like to meet:

The Cheshire Cat... or Gir from Invader Zim.

Music:

I'll listen to anything at least once... try me.

Movies:

we've all got those titles we love to love that should be loved by others... so no need to list off what I've seen.

Television:

... is such a glorified media-propoganda device that it should be restricted to people who understand the concept of bias, not just the definition.

Books:

*see "movies"

Heroes:

Atlas.

My Blog

Random

I've asked before for different reasons, but this time I'm interested in who's reading this blog just out of curiosity.Lemme know, cause if there's actual interest more than just casual browsing, I ha...
Posted by .Marconi on Sat, 19 May 2007 09:17:00 PST

W.I.P.

This is how it sounds when one's own mind destroys their heart; when thought processes cripple a helpless-romantic's love and lust for life, then emaciate its art. Nature is, and nurture does, this is...
Posted by .Marconi on Wed, 09 May 2007 12:22:00 PST

From the Edge of the Looking-Glass

So let's start things off with a revelation:You've pried open my eyes to your Wonderland World;To your perceptions of life; of how things are and how things should be from the viewpoint of your Utopia...
Posted by .Marconi on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 05:57:00 PST

Courage (the Bear)

Is there compassion in your heartA sense of 'Right' in your eyesDo your fists rise to Corruption;Try to tear apart the LiesAnd do your crutches carry victims,Feet still dragging, from the groundTo a p...
Posted by .Marconi on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 05:56:00 PST

test

Does anyone even read these messages I type?I rarely, if ever, hear anything about them... good or bad. Nor do people comment on them on here, really...I have 426 views, and only 5 comments.Is there a...
Posted by .Marconi on Tue, 04 Apr 2006 07:25:00 PST

this is what happens when I forget the pills...

I... can barely explain the feeling to myself, so I don't know the use of writing it in words; this hollow laughing joy and crying crushing mysery all at once. This is what happens when I forget my pi...
Posted by .Marconi on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 07:06:00 PST

Coke & Coffee Beans

Working, called 'learning': fused 'research&reporting'; we're preparing for droning, for living life by pushing on.Suffering the mornings; waking/breaking only natural state of contentment and happine...
Posted by .Marconi on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 06:30:00 PST

old prose

random chance chaos-exist pilots catalyst-segue to persist a free-fall from false fated endings... its life. watch: see; this sic little cyclical cycle-bike life makes fools from all self-purpose-bas...
Posted by .Marconi on Sun, 11 Dec 2005 10:50:00 PST

this wasting life should be ended

wake me up. I can't see anything clearly. I inked my scars today to pass the time... black and blue edges, crimson filler, I had a blade to my arm before the pen.I won't be fixed, because I won't fix ...
Posted by .Marconi on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I'm Happy and I know it...

*Clap my handsA good night, though still feeling alone, has tipped this demeanor from overturned to right-side-up cup. Like a coffee in the morning for those who endulge thus, like two joints in the m...
Posted by .Marconi on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST