I'll take it in pennies, but I can't make change....don't ask.
One needs something to believe in, something for which one can have whole-hearted enthusiasm. One needs to feel that one's life has meaning, that one is needed in this world. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. -
About me:
- "The light at the end of the tunnel always leads to another. Above or below ground - runs together. I call it "buried alive."-
"Nobody's gonna come and save you--
We pulled too many false alarms...
Don't you think we oughta know by now?
Don't you think we shoulda learned somehow? "
------Every spare moment I have is already spoken for. ------
There's a mirror in your true loves eyes.-
I purposely keep myself naive and away from earthly information because its the only way to avoid a jaded attitude. Everything I do is internally subconscious because you can't rationalize spirituality. We do not deserve this privilege.
I can not speak, I can only feel. Maybe someday I will turn myself into Helen Keller by puncturing my eyes with a knife, then cutting my voice box out.
If you want to know what the after life feels like, then put on a parachute - go up in a plane, shoot some heroin into your veins and immediately follow that with a hit of nitrous oxide then jump or, set yourself on fire.
I was born in the dying town of Lumber City, Ga. At least thats what I've been told - I have no recollection of ever being born. My family moved to Broken Arrow, OK in the early 90's and thats where I grew up. After taking fifteen years for me to wear out my welcome I've move to Macon, Ga where I now reside. I'm into a lot of stuff and a bunch of nothing all in one, useless shit I guess. I sometimes sleep with The Bear from the Big Blue House and 2 Curious George's. No not sexually! I smoke cigarettes but I workout to contradict my lifestyle. No not religiously! I do some writing now and then in the form of useless rambles, much like this About Me section. What I'm really trying to say is, if you knew who I was - you would never grow old. If you send me a message I might write you back. If I do - print it out and let it dissolve in your mouth, then spit it out on your floor or place it on the mantle for a great coversation starter.
Myspace is a pile...Believe Me!!! It Destroys Lives....It seeks them out with it's myraid army of eyes - like the child's notion of a Deity who sees all. "Everything?" asks the child. "Yes, everything" they answer, and the child is left to cope with this divine intrusion. On a more important note, did you know that in 207 BC, Chrysippus, a Greek stoic philosopher, is believed to have died of laughter after watching his drunk donkey attempt to eat figs. Remember, never mock a drunk donkey or indeed any animal that has consumed alcohol, it will always end in tears.
This is covert operation "Find Leather Flap" ok? HAHAHA I just can't believe it KEEPS HAPPENING! I'll just start wearing it attached to my crotch or something.
Sorry I'm so utterly lame and haven't called you back. I've been doing back to back 15 hours at the hospital. YAWN. I'm off this weekend though. I'll give you a shout. Hope everything is fantabulous
Then I guess I will have to just sit and take the pissing of rainbows. Just a suggestion: you might want to inform someone important, Im pretty sure a guy who pisses rainbows could be PRETTY durn famous, no?
There's a mirror in your true loves eyes.-
