

In a NameLabels are restrictive in the way that they're descriptive. What I decide to do today Is only closely related to what I'll do tomorrow.In a Name
I'm not really a liberal I don't vote. I'm not a nihilist I hate reading Nietzche and he wasn't really a nihilist either. I'm not a hermit but I do enjoy my me time. I just can't be a nothing because it's too hard to define. To stereotype. To instantly judge, compare, and conquer.
The best label for me is my name given to me by my parents in love and lineage.&


Mirrors of MenAll these men are me, and I am them. I hate them as much as I hate myself and forgive them without uttering a single breath. We share these various faces, come from all kinds of different places, but at the end of the night the roof above our heads is the same. The same looming ceiling, the same lonely walls, the same vacant hallways crisscross our abodes, mapping out the same day-in-day-out. Some maps are more complicated, but they all lead to the same place.Mirrors of Men
Here.


Insomnia VHates to sleep Patiently waits for relief Lifestyle of denial There's nothing wrong with me Nothing worth noticingInsomnia V
Nothing worth taking The time to define I've already told you a thousand times I'm fine.
I've spent twenty some years trying to figure it out What makes you think it'll be different now? I don't like the way your words fit in my mouth They feel like I'm losing, like I'm giving up somehow.
So I'll sleep Hateful as I may be to waste my time counting sheep While the world waits with bated breath for me To a


More DistortionI'm fascinated by a past and a future I didn't seem to fit when I was little, So instead I waddle through the new truth Of half-inspired dedication, and still Desire to take the station as a crazy man. Let the screams lean to speak and let The voices in my head cradle me to sleep.More Distortion
"How you doin?"
I assume it would be human. I don't think I could Handle a deer head on the mantle spitting me a sample Of the National Anthem, his own distorted version of The Star Spangled Banner.
The Banter is something I ca


Memoranda Pt. 5: HesitationAm I settling like my father did? Taking logical steps with the best I can get?Memoranda Pt. 5: Hesitation
The things that mean enough to me to make me feel this
way are actions that you take without knowledge of the consequence. We don't know each other, our pasts are guarded and secure, played close to the vest until some- thing upsets our need for nothing more than names exchanged, perhaps a handshake after I walk you to the door. The things that I need I can't tell you, they have to be honestly you. It would have to be something that already functioned before we wer


Memoranda Pt. 4: The ReasonShe hasn't said: "No!" "I don't understand."Memoranda Pt. 4: The Reason
The hesitations of High School have been dispelled. There isn't the inherent embarrassment with mentions of the crude or sexual. That's why we went over to the table in first
place, and everybody playing that night knew it. There were no illusions that we were a few nice guys looking to blow our money on some casual conversation. This generation is about sex and as much as you can get. We each bit off more than we knew, if not more than we each could independe


Memoranda Pt. 3: The DesireIt means more than it normally might In a tango of an ordinary type The dance is prancing punctuated by pause Paranoid to go far without obvious cause Patiently waiting with eyes on the prize Earning and learning how you feel deep inside Consummation, true, in no way colloquial Honest, rewarded, exchanged No conquest, no chainsMemoranda Pt. 3: The Desire
She'll never ask again. If I know anything, she'll never ask
to see my soul again. She'll wait to be paid a gracious homage, respectful and reserved of the precious place she peeked. I wonder if that counten


Memoranda Pt. 2:Take My HandThis pearl I have here in my hand Shows me as a fishing man It shows what I can doMemoranda Pt. 2:Take My Hand
This knife I have here in my hand Shows me as a hunting man It shows what I can do
This gun I have here in my hand Shows me as a warring man It shows what I can do
This heart I have here in my hand Shows me as a loving man It shows that I love you


Memoranda Pt. 1: His storyAm I settling like my father did? Taking logical steps with the best I can get? They never got a divorce, but the muffled shouts still shook me from my childhood slumber. I would lie wide awake and wonder, staring at the golden beam of light beneath my door. The hallway light stayed on at night after my terrors began.Memoranda Pt. 1: His story
I screamed at the same time every night.The intro music to Night Court would be coming from the tiny speakers of my parents' panasonic, the two of them tucked in and cozy, hoping tonight might be different.&nb


Doystoy ThinkingHe's passed out next to me, thinking he awake thinking he's thinking about sleeping. Too much thinking there, I know, and that's why I'm the one watching and not the one sleeping.Doystoy Thinking


Memoranda Pt. 6: Fresh and Raw I'm thinking about her, I'm trying to drudge up the feeling That remarkability to miss someone truly. The pit that sits &nMemoranda Pt. 6: Fresh and Raw


Memoranda Pt. 7: Perched DevilThese words speak the tongue of both kinds of devilMemoranda Pt. 7: Perched Devil
There is one kind high On my shoulder that sits And whispers wit to me, Pleasantly perched To explain to me The vast and awesome Changing possibility That lies Without The ties I'm trying to tie While the other sits over my second shoulder Professing the virtues Of the first few years of marriage In that macroscopic sense.
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what the GLOVE COMPARTMENT?!? This shit is ORANGES.
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Pick and choose who to spare and dare to tell the truth.
OMGWTFBBQ
I find rapture in polluting the most grammatically correct and deeply literately engorged pages with my senseless vulgar comments.
kbai C:
nice gallery, by thee way.
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what the GLOVE COMPARTMENT?!? This shit is ORANGES.
in that case i am contented
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
a little comforting,
a little lonely
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
By the way, You have a really interesting Gallery!!
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Not only am I Random sir, your left eyebrow told me your toes happen to be Republicans......So GOOD-DAY to you!!
Everyone knows that Irish deviantARTISTS are the BEST!!!!
Giant Man Eating Marshmellows - [link]
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it almost sounded as though you were putting yourself in a separate category from the artists you support.
thank you
that piece was difficult to write
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than you give yourself credit for,
i think
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what's another?
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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thank you for reading (:
you made me think
(which is not always a bad thing)
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(:
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
Just test the tone, man. I'm a poet. I will always sound sincere.
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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