July 28, 2005
Levi is a match waiting to be lit. Everytime I see him, little things have changed in his core. He's chipping away at what's comfortable to find out what's real, using his sharp memory and quick wit to open doors I've never seen. One day, at a time away from now, we'll meet, but neither of us will be the same, and the only thing that will tip me off to his identity will be his intelligent compassion and jingling of keys.
Why should I give a fuck about 2013?
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Unsu...
May 7, 2005
Hey, check it out, my brother and I have been through some crazy, adventures.
We have seen buddha staues come to life and nod thier heads, I have seen him turn into a still bhudda pond with no ripples of thought, no matter how many stones were thrown in his reflective pool of awareness. We have become wild animals on a beach, I have seen him embrace this primal self. He is a secret treasure that is locked up inside of a chinese box, he is molten rock that is cracking the surface of a leathery leek skin. He is a beautiful young man, who has a lot of power, and who is finding his way I love him deeply and fiercly and hope that he dosnt blow his ears at 2am in the attempts at finding that perfect chord that can shake up a foundation of a building... Oh and he has a great head bobbing laugh, and I used to terrorize the hell out of him with tickling matches... You might try that to, although i spect he will kick your A#*!
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5'10", blonde, 150 lbs, green eyes, white of non hispanic origin. Half of my conciousness is abunch of dumb movie quotes!
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Sun, July 17, 2005 - 10:27 PM
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across the river into their homes feeling a bit unwound after being manufactured in town Draggin in the dirt searching for meals from the earth no way to tell if the sun is hurt but these ransacked bones emit a curse and slowly take away all our mirth
Countless years I sit and wait, perched upon these cardboard busts of famous composers only to weild a revolver with a name etched inside the barrel. Silence is my lurid sin, as they monitor my surreal movements. One crisp eve a youth approached my promiscuous bivouac and asked me what the point of me being atop a cardboard bust of Ludwig Von Beethoven was. After being shackled with speech deprivation, my orbulous sight organelles hissed and erupted from their air-tight coves embeded within ...
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Mon, June 27, 2005 - 2:42 AM
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As the mirror eats away at my skin, revealing my veins I can not help but whisper. Sweet blades of sterling drip down into the eyes of society with insidious laughter, like a harmonious slaughter of angelic atheists on the brink of the glacier. Cold are the songs of the siren's child, a mechanical homonculus in the sand, clawing through the cellophane to get my sanity in that mesh jar of wax.
Wed, June 22, 2005 - 9:52 PM
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Peril on the pale pearls of ivory isles, within those monotone mandibles and their chromatic syllabl... read more
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