January 2011
5 posts
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I think you're absolutely amazing. But how come...
Why thank you. I really appreciate the compliment. Well…Why am I so out of touch with the world? Tough cookie..Well there are various reasons, and none of them are premeditated. I mean that’s sort of the way my mind works. I never think about stuff, but I’m thinking about everything all the time, I just don’t know it until it’s summoned upon or triggered. Oh...
Jan 25th
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Where in the WORLD did you get this skill of being...
I don’t know. I honestly don’t. But the closest thing to an answer I can think of is a saying that resonated greatly with me. It goes; “Crawling on the floor, one can see under the door.” And with that I’m saying that, I have had numerous shocks to my emotions and my mind that I have often found myself in the position of being down and out, with, to me, nothing...
Jan 25th
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What are your future plans when it comes body art?...
Body art. The secret passion of mine that seemingly isn’t secret anymore. Well My right sleeve is done. The left one still needs work. After that I might go hands & Chest. And then we’ll see. But eventually I want to cover up everything but my face and genitals. As for piercings, I’m not a big fan. I love my gauges, but the rest of it isn’t all that great. I...
Jan 25th
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My Place.
I’m in this place of traveling circuses. I’m in this place of doubt. I’m in this place of homicides. I’m in this place of silence. I’m in this mirror that reflects upon nothing, so I found something to bicker about. The ribcage of the martyr is home to a thousand questions to which you’ll never know the answers to. I’m in this place where backs break...
Jan 8th
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Howl.
Stroke. Stroke the dark. Pet it, like the ocean does the shore. Lick its wounds, as you would for your father. Your brother. Your mother. Your lover. He walks. Gently. Carefully. Twigs snapping under his paws. Leaves brushing against his pelt. Howl. His howl. It roars like thunder and it covers a great distance. I felt it. Became it. I am it. And now I’m always looking up at the...
Jan 2nd