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Obsessive Compulsive DiscoThere is a little boy I know. He likes the color red, so much so that he will cut open his arms to see it shine. His birthstone is garnet, and his hair is black.Obsessive Compulsive Disco
He is afraid of airplanes. Not because he is afraid of dying,
but because he is afraid each time,
that he left his heart behind.
And that's harder to check than baggage.
Stop touching yourself.
I saw him one day, running up the stairs, his innocent hands full of money. And he
was smiling. But it wasn't because of the
money.
in Open 1d 19h ago
Like AvrilWho buried Mrs. Imomoto in the sandbox?Like Avril
We planned on walking two hours through the mountains to the hot springs so we could soak & eat a couple of turkey legs. I can't now remember if we
did or didn't.
An FBI agent wouldn't stop watching me pee, & so I couldn't. He asked me what I would do if he unlocked the door & I said I would throw up and leave.
We were like the Stepford Wives of the woods.
There is me. There is you. There is me.
You told me before I bleach my hair I shoul
in Open 1w 1d ago
A Poem About SafewayThe man to the left of me laughed at the first male. One. Two. Three. All stupid.A Poem About Safeway
We both reach then stop. Reach then stop. Laughter. Finally I turn it to the left.
I think to myself, it's because we're
both Capricorns.
Or men.
I watch bones eat green grapes. They are the Granny Smiths of grapes. But this time not so sour, Sweet. Not sweet. Where the hell is my receipt?
I can run down the aisles, a fluorescent adolescent, being too happy alone, having two
in Open 1w 3d ago
GlendaleThe streets were littered with deadGlendale
iridescent green-blue beetles. Like
Egyptian ones. Kind of. I never saw
a morbidity so beautiful. There was
death everywhere. It was like the
sidewalks were encrusted with jewels.
An old Armenian woman slapped my brother's hand,
and yelled at him for crossing the yellow caution
tape on her lawn. We had no idea what she said.
We went door-to-door selling paper hats to strangers.
So
in Open on 4/26/08
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- Websitehttp://myspace.com/andikato
- EmailBrokenexFlowersex@gmail.com
- AIMCornSyrupSodomy
- Current Residence: oahu/denver/san jose/who the fuck knows anymore
- Interests: everything.
- Favourite movie: blue velvet, hard candy, adjective noun.
- Favourite band or musician: tom waits and amanda palmer.
- Favourite genre of music: yesno.
- Favourite artist: zdzislaw beksinski
- Favourite poet or writer: writer, ayn rand. poet, heather schimel or bukowski or frank stanford.
- Favourite game: zombies ate my neighbors! and silent hill.
- Favourite cartoon character: daria morgendorffer
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Any beat poets are swell, in my opinion. Everything before (and even, God, after!) is and has gotten a bit uppity in my opinion.
recommend something to me now. I am going to go shopping online for some books tomorrow.
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
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Love is a response to our highest values.
Click here to see my photography, drawings, etc.
If you mean "understand" then, I would have to say, not much at all.
Once, I was reading one of his hiking manuals and the only thing I ended up reading over and over was that rock squirrels can carry plague. In this day and age, plague!
Basically, he has no idea what I am talking about most of the time and I have no idea what he is talking about most of the time.
But ah! To be eternally in wonderment of another person!
*smiles*
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I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
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"Everyone is born with the ability to draw, yet only those who practice that skill and take care of it will master it's true wonders" -Me
~Jaycee-Star
You are somebody special.
You are simply amazing.
comment on your page)
thanks
you have good taste, as well
I assume we both think this
because our tastes align
we are
in fact
pretty cool
also
I like your gallery & myspace
xo!
shane
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interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
Amanda Fucking Palmer.
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Love is a response to our highest values.
Click here to see my photography, drawings, etc.
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it is unlikely
but not untrue
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it is unlikely
but not untrue
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