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Sonnet for my KonstantineI love her with her pretty crimson cheeks When sometimes she seems just as lost as I; Thinking of her I remember the beach Lit by the moon beneath the starry sky.Sonnet for my Konstantine
She claims that sand fits best between the toes And to prove it she sings another song. From my experience I do suppose That between the toes is where the sand belongs.
I contemplate if such a fit exists With people as it does in toes and sand; A fit not where our lips and lips do kiss, But past my chest on which you lay your hand.
Much can be learned from a dark beach at night And the
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BonfireLast summer I was at a bonfire with some friends. Well, they were actually more like friends of my girlfriend’s, or acquaintances if you will. Most of the people were drinking, and as my grandmother was an alcoholic, this presence of alcohol made me, as it always had, feel slightly disconcerted. Wait, let me take that back; it wasn’t the presence of alcohol, but rather the nature of its use, or should I say abuse. But that’s beside the point, which was that I was feeling kind of like an outsider in this small gathering. As the night progressed, I gradually sank deeper into the shadows ofBonfire
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Angel's SongAngela, you used to be a dancer, then you flew out of the window of your car.Angel's Song
And I don't understand Why that man Was beating up his girlfriend. Didn't know where he was going, Just a lead foot On the accelerator
Angela, you used to be a dancer, then you flew out of the window of your car.
You were struck from behind, You went into a spin; Ended up in the median. Seat belt tore from the seat And you were thrown Right out the window.
Angela, you used to be a dancer, then you flew out of the window of your car.
And I'm so
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street lightIt wasn't what he said, but everything else; everything that happened in the last two minutes, the last two hours, the last two weeks, maybe even the last ten years of my life. But when he chose to speak at that particular moment, with that particular tone, at that particular person that happened to be myself, I lost it. I just left, went outside to my car, and drove. It's a good thing there weren't any bridges around. But it's too bad that that little girl was there. She was all by herself, crying under the street light. No one could know what she wenstreet light
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- Current Residence: California
- Interests: singing, music, performing, saving the planet, basically any creative endeavor
- Favourite movie: Fight Club; The Station Agent; Eternal Sunshine
- Favourite band or musician: Beatles, Tom Waits, Glen Phillips, Jo Macgregor
- Favourite genre of music: most everything
- Favourite artist: Chuck Close is pretty tight
- Operating System: XP pro
- Favourite game: Wiffle Ball
- Favourite gaming platform: Game-Cube(though i own an X-box)
- Favourite cartoon character: Winnie-the-Pooh, though i like the Ernest Shepherd better than the corporate Disney version
- Personal Quote: "alright, fine, im a genius"
- Tools of the Trade: pen, pencil, paper
- Website: http://www.moneyscooters.com
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When Chromer, painter, with the world first went to cope;
But now he barely pays for bread and board and coal
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