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AGE: 31
LOC: Torrance, CA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: August 15

I am a 30 year old american male. I live in torrance, CA. I write because if I didn’t I might forget who the real me is. My words live and breathe, as I do. They find their own way out of my head and place themselves in their own order. I feel like a bridge connecting my words to their home on this screen. I write truths and reality as I perceive it. Honest and minimalistic.

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The scars on my arms look a lot like cigarette burns. Some might think that I had chicken pox as a kid and scratched the hell out of every itch with absolutely no supervision. The thick dark ones look like shotgun pellets embedded themselves under the skin killing any chances of new skin growing . Scabs are fresh on top of old scars. "There are bugs all over my body. They are small, black and I think they could be some kind of parasite." The nurse just looks at me, holding a plastic cup for t...
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Lyrics / Autopilot
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I am interested in leaving this wonderful place I can not escape from miles away i am buried alive in minutes that grind my teeth to powder with fire I seek for remnants in little plastic corners that tear in my shaky hands the stress is immense the light I fight with candles to wind the pipe it becomes a desperate crime I commit to hold more smoke I am a spent man and sent again on missions oh this trend it loses friends who got tired of never sleeping and creeping to scary connects whose di...
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Poetry / Autopilot
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I am interested in leaving this wonderful place I can not escape from miles away i am buried alive in minutes that grind my teeth to powder with fire I seek for remnants in little plastic corners that tear in my shaky hands the stress is immense the light I fight with candles to wind the pipe it becomes a desperate crime I commit to hold more smoke I am a spent man and sent again on missions oh this trend it loses friends who got tired of never sleeping and creeping to scary connects whose di...
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Here's to the Queen of Assumptions and all that she wrecks with the unbalanced actions and the facts she forgets to check Here's to all that bleeds cause she thinks and feels she's right with more and more reasons to not be alone every night Here's to the hazards of her functions and all I have to pay with the court injunctions and all I have to say left outside again and not a hope to be let in Here's to me and my mind with a new thought to begin so to the Queen of Assumption always and neve...
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Poetry / porn
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a lift I need it is not the job for just any elevator if you forgive my seed shot out of a masturbator, i am full of greed formulas all beat to death with a calculator talentless and cheap stealing power from a crystal generator i make memories you wish you didnt have through your day ill creep take it all when its mine to grab fearless with nothing to lose i am looking for the minus good self esteem exploiting the abused waiting with lies for all that will scheme negative sleep and positive ...
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Journal, Diary, & Blogging / THIS is my RAGE
I appreciate your honesty. I like the simple approach, I am a minimalist aswell. Aside from it being easy to understand, I like that there is Rhyme and EMphasis of TONE with all the UPPERCASE/lowercase changes. You seem to have mastered the use of the F word. thanks.
Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Early Morning, where is home?
I am impressed at how this struck a chord. It surprised me how much so little said so much. You made it easy for me to understand how important the little reminders of life remain free of charge and no matter where you are there is a home with god. thank you. well said.
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you are a very talented poet. Immense respect for this poem. These are real fluid lines. I do not see any forcing of words to maintain the rhythm. I really liked reading it because you made it seem like every word was deliberate. I especially appreciate how you kept it all interesting enough to make me grab the dictionary and find out what some of the words meant. Well done. Very well done.
Poetry / Love is Blind
it feels good to write again? it feels good to be able to write? I think that this poem had great rhythm. i think its true that we write best what we know best and poets are sensitive loners who long for those they loved once. you made me miss my last love. good content. keep writing.