joined on 07/07/06
last updated 07/09/06
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about me
I am a painter and writer born in brookhaven Long Island. I grew up all over the place, mostly New York and New England. I have no idea where my insperation to create works in any medium comes from and I hope I never find out. I work in the fine arts field as an art handler and conservation framer. In addition I recently started a small home based business which provides access to a very large health and wealth product and service base. I have a daughter named Olivia who is three, she is amazing. I like cooking, playing guitar and drums, and wishing I could do somthing about the current situation with our government, not to mention the rest of the world. Some day I will.
like buses
(blog entry)
Where the hell is my belle, Southern and the like.
Like cashing a big check and splurging fat wallet, fail safe, love doll.
Now we’ve cut throat-nagging nannies, lasts two weeks to scream out in a blazing fuck all you all.
And crypt truly from ...
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we all are artists
(blog entry)
We All Are Artists
A wild place, it hovers above us and makes us whole.
Retrieving the sky to steal its wisdom while spitting it out to create the tides, it is natural.
And all these charged roses, which they’ve tossed at us gladly; we’ll...
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Poetry
(blog entry)
We All Are Artists
A wild place, it hovers above us and makes us whole.
Retrieving the sky to steal its wisdom while spitting it out to create the tides, it is natural.
And all these charged roses, which they’ve tossed at us gladly; we’ll...
read more
Poetry
(blog entry)
Like Buses
Where the hell is my belle, Southern and the like.
Like cashing a big check and splurging fat wallet, fail safe, love doll.
Now we’ve cut throat-nagging nannies, lasts two weeks to scream out in a blazing fuck all you all.
And cry...
read more
Where the hell is my belle, Southern and the like.
Like cashing a big check and splurging fat wallet, fail safe, love doll.
Now we’ve cut throat-nagging nannies, lasts two weeks to scream out in a blazing fuck all you all.
And crypt truly from the grave blown out antics to make one piss and run.
It’s a mad goon’s paradise.
And time becomes real when added to the life race.
And your guts feel just like your mirror as you look at your face.
And the bags under your eyes and spots on your ...
read more
We All Are Artists
A wild place, it hovers above us and makes us whole.
Retrieving the sky to steal its wisdom while spitting it out to create the tides, it is natural.
And all these charged roses, which they’ve tossed at us gladly; we’ll make with them the paper airplanes to be passed to us in our future.
Much to our surprise, none will wing.
So, why can’t you slide down to meet this drastic nightmare?
You’ll always have that scent, it’s very becoming.
And a tragic separation an...
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Tue, July 25, 2006 - 12:38 AM
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We All Are Artists
A wild place, it hovers above us and makes us whole.
Retrieving the sky to steal its wisdom while spitting it out to create the tides, it is natural.
And all these charged roses, which they’ve tossed at us gladly; we’ll make with them the paper airplanes to be passed to us in our future.
Much to our surprise, none will wing.
So, why can’t you slide down to meet this drastic nightmare?
You’ll always have that scent, it’s very becoming.
And a tragic separation an...
read more
Thu, July 13, 2006 - 8:15 PM
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Like Buses
Where the hell is my belle, Southern and the like.
Like cashing a big check and splurging fat wallet, fail safe, love doll.
Now we’ve cut throat-nagging nannies, lasts two weeks to scream out in a blazing fuck all you all.
And crypt truly from the grave blown out antics to make one piss and run.
It’s a mad goon’s paradise.
And time becomes real when added to the life race.
And your guts feel just like your mirror as you look at your face.
And the bags under your eyes and ...
read more
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