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| Age: | 23 years old |
| Country: |  |
| Last Login: | Jun 3, 2009 (202 days back) |
About Me |
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Back in those days, we lit the streets aflame. Now there's nothing left but the sky. Some clouds. Balding birds. And a failing sun. Before that dying star burns dumb, before the frost covers the flesh, I'll float to the top and burn wicked. My words will come to life and people will move. |
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My Interests |
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I'd like to meet:a globe, or two. or three. or four.emptymindedmonk |
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My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | In a Relationship |
| SexualOrientation: | Straight |
| Hometown: | the town of staten island |
| Religion: | Taoist |
| Education: | College graduate |
| Occupation: | Author/Writer/Editor/Copywriter |
My Blog |
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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow |
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| Four figures stood on the dock, looking down at the sharp wet rocks and delighting in the water droplets that spritzed on them with the crashing of each wave. They impatiently glanced down at their ... Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 19:02:00 GMT |
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The Quick and the Patient |
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| Im telling you, Ive seen it with my own eyes. Old Marty Red Hand and Lester Nole were lined up in front of the old clock in Timbuck Square, guns loaded, awaiting the strike of noon. Now Old Ma... Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 21:10:00 GMT |
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short shorts |
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| When it rained, the cemetery soil would get hard and clumpy like clay. It slurped things up, in the rain, like charms and bouquets and tiny animals."The graves're hungry," the old cemetery tender wou... Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:33:00 GMT |
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Head Tree |
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| The plane's engine failure wasn't the worst thing that happened, nor were all the deaths that ensued in the crash. Philip got out without a scratch. It was a miracle. Luckiest guy in the world. Bei... Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 00:45:00 GMT |
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When the Sky Falls Apart |
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| The heat dried up the worms in the ground. Birds in midflight stiffed up, dead, and splattered on the concrete. The sun was the biggest it had ever been. It was the color of an apple, the size of a... Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 12:51:00 GMT |
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The Feel Good Machine |
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| It was six feet tall and had gold for skin. Its face was like an angel's, all smooth and perfect. If you were to look deeply into its cheeks, you'd see your reflection, wide eyed and in awe of its h... Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 10:48:00 GMT |
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The Holidays |
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| This was the first time that the immediate family had gotten together since Halloween had her little mishap. The family suspected that she'd do something. She was just that sort of person.This year's ... Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 13:33:00 GMT |
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Homesick for Heaven |
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| Steven LombardiXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXWords: 8kHomesick for Heavenby Steven Lombardi He tightened his tie at the front desk and, realizing that he was sweating, used his suit's sleeve to ... Posted by on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 11:30:00 GMT |
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