Sorry For the Wait.Life has been interesting these last few weeks. Working at a job I hate (Wal-Mart BOOO), while simultaneously finding a lot of happiness with my friends and growing a lot personally. Good thins all around (save the evil empire job).
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Poem 17My coat bundled height, I walk through February streets that weave and wide as conversations choreographed to avoid the dead body in the middle of the room.Poem 17
The street lamps hum electric notes into the dark revealing the butts of coffin nails cast among constellations of pigeon shit.
From neon lit doors left ajar comes laughter as hot house flower perfume, fated just the same to die and disappear when outside the place prepared for it.
In parks, empty swing sway as hanged men and fountains sit still as headstones.
Would that I could have been some fur and a tail scampering throug
by ~voodoo143
Freedom of MovementI watched Ann-Mary, child of 9 months, walk.Freedom of Movement
She moved with grace; as all new life does.
A little clumsy with her new limes. Yet she stepped without fear. No heed paid to predators or critics. No rope shortens her stride. No burden hunches her back.
She seemed perpetually on the verge of flight; as if gravity was nothing more then a paper chain easily freed from. as thou she only needed to remember how to take off.
by ~voodoo143
DismissalHe was yours. His heart beat belonged to you.Dismissal
Yet you loosed apocalypse! Razed his home to its foundations! Turned his garden to ash! Left him blistered, burned and lost!
But a seed of will survived, bared beyond your holocaust touch. It’s life spared.
Replaced fragile skin with a thicker hide. Grew a new heart which beat unto itself.
Now he is a thing of freedom. Roaming, deep forests and open plains. Chained to no one
And you are forgotten.
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Sage of LAI seen him, walking down Mollohan drive. A battered umbrellaSage of LA
and a half melted spatula, sticking out his shopping cart. Gray hair, madded thick as thumbs, hanging from his head. A gnarly white berried, full like a French hedge row, reaching down to his stomach. Duck tape patching his
coat and pants. His shoes flopping with ever step.
Some call him
vagrant bum sing of a deteriorating society. but talk to him and with the courtliness of a German noble, and the skill of the best UCLA professor, he will lay
by ~voodoo143
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- Current Residence: a pocket demntion I placed in a cardboard box
- Interests: writing, reading, vidoe games, anime, you know nerd stuff
- Favourite movie: Jacob's Ladder, Nightmare Befor Christmas, Freddy v. Jason (so bad its good), Ghost in the Shel
- Favourite band or musician: Bush, Red Hot Chilly Pepers, The Beatals, Pink Floyd, Henderixes, NIN,
- Favourite genre of music: rock with techno and rap on the side
- Favourite artist: HR Giger, Yoshitatka Amano
- Favourite poet or writer: Yukyo Mishima, Hunter S Thompson, Neil Gaiman
- Operating System: Bassball bat
- Skin of choice: Tattooed
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Spike, Haruko, Brian, Quagmer, Snoopy
- Personal Quote: No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself
- Tools of the Trade: thing for scraching sysmbols on to paper
- Email: munrom@uwplatt.edu
- AIM: VooDoo125434128
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I am a ninja and I throw soap at hobos.
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Omnia mutantur, nihil interit.
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I am a ninja and I throw soap at hobos.
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makes it bleed."
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Omnia mutantur, nihil interit.
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makes it bleed."
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