AHH MORE NEW STUFFGod Rest Yer Demons
and
At Cross Purposes.
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Autic ReisOh Autic Reis You're something of Elucidation suspicion culpability acumenAutic Reis
I entered the new millenium an eyelash length away from wailing heights frenzied titian projectiles
lingering dross reveals me to be the happiest man orbiting the concourse
Ode to Joy in this horrible year of our Lord
by ~PanicBeforeHand
Old State SongOld Arizona I read a haiku and you moved your nails across my legs Old Mississippi It was nice to believe in something like a water tower. i held it, Coniferales on the sidewalk.Old State Song
by ~PanicBeforeHand
Red and Black RootsDon’t want to be bothered Across the vast plain Where grass and seeds don't sprout in my brainRed and Black Roots
Each blade and sinew Are red and black roots That grow in my hair Inside my work suits Oh how they bother me Over the vast plain Across the desert Stumbling through sand and Drinking the milk of the sun
by ~PanicBeforeHand
At Cross PurposesSmacking her gum Maneuver Rolling it over and under her tongue Asleep on the sofa Trains running through the crests and the hips In water and false confidence With pictures and posters of idolatry Magazine cutouts That exemplify dreams Two chins that God knows is not what it means Momentum moves out from the crux in the fibers Oblivious to surroundings of fascists and liars Speak to me now OH damnation and fire Speak to me now Not to those you hold higher I believe you not that you know how to read But believe you and me that I wait for something &At Cross Purposes
by ~PanicBeforeHand
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Elbow RoomElbow room, I think that’s what I went lookin’ for. The big towns were just gettin’ to be too crowded for my liking, I wanted to breathe again.Elbow Room
“Chicago 1883, not even the dust had time to settle down. Everyone always had something to do and somewhere to go, the saloons were always full, the smoke was always billowing from the spires of America’s industry and there was always something to buy from the Macy’s catalog that came out once a week. Chicago is where America came alive”
Even being a doctor in the crummy ole’ town gets boring, sometimes I get t
by ~the-drop-of-a-pin
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- Current Residence: Texas...eh. its flat.
- Interests: Irish kids , my violin , photography and poetry , music , myspace: youshoulddie_now
- Favourite movie: too many to name
- Favourite band or musician: please dont make me choose thankyou
- Favourite genre of music: irish , punk , emo , ska , indie , screamo ,
- Favourite artist: The Impressionists , Picasso , Pollock , Dali , the classical
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe , John Milton , Arthur Miller , Jack London, the classics
- Favourite photographer: Their names are so hard to come by
- MP3 player of choice: I prefer iPod
- Favourite cartoon character: Haruko from FLCL.
- Personal Quote: "Instead of carrying the badge , why not be all the badge requires?"
- Tools of the Trade: a Nikon Digital , and a number 2 pencil
- Email: halfbreed35@hotmail.com
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Thanks a lot for you fav on my latest photo "Contamination"!
I'm finally back and already re-uploaded the photo. Feel free, if you want, to resubmit your fav. The photo is at --> [link]
Thanks for your support. It's greatly appreciated!
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