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About Me Member Self-proclaimed Genius goofyromanticMale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 6 Years
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_I am nobody poet  I am the blind muse of Odysseus and Achilles  I sit locked behind it's chamber door,  brooding with my cross, pessimistic conviction  or smirking with it's mad wit in gilded concert halls  stabbing loveless hookers with a Wilde twinkle in it's eye   
I, the name who fancies a billion problems for itself  and thinks Buddhism is the sole answer  Transcendalist who would build a Buddhist shrine,  or rob a liquor store with it's friends  The name of an unappeased gangly child,  who has pleasant nightmares of heroin overdose,  annd needs a friend more than it can ad _
by ~goofyromantic
The Face of GodA leaf fell, once, with as much nobility  and honor that a leaf may have  A leaf who strode, with the insurgent pride  of a warrior,  Who never slept, but stood up, bare-chested to the sun  and took beatings with an admirable  elegance, always fighting for the sake  of his provider and protector, the tree  This leaf fell to the ground, and once he did, his skin  became hard and dry, until it's body  disentigrated into the wind  It's soul, now light as a feather,  flew off intop some nirvana-heaven abyss,  but it's body, floating with the wind  was grabbed by a grass blade a The Face of God
by ~goofyromantic
Verse of Garish EcstasyOut here in a meadow of hearts  Out here we sit solemn  Claypigeons create a horizon  It's an ideal we're all followin  A tattoo on my heart, and  Large bloody scabs on my chest  But I'll never take my shirt off for you  And as long as I'm breathing  Through heaves and sighs  I will never ever rest Verse of Garish Ecstasy
by ~goofyromantic
Loveletter to a SpeedfreakThere are times in which I cry  Walls our coming in on my soul  about to be crushed into zombie  juice, like Luke Skywalker in a New Hope  I feel like it has bronchitis and will  soon stop talking, and just give up  and fall asleep  But then I pop some trill  and you snort that trill  My soul can wait, I mean,  he doesn't mind  Like, he'll just read a book,  because he's not in a hurry  I got my life back   
And if society is asleep  Then we can probably get  into a quiet spot where  the world is breathing  and we'll breath art  all over the pl Loveletter to a Speedfreak
by ~goofyromantic
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Moving out again

Tue Jul 31, 2007, 3:07 PM
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: Providence-Godspeed You! Black Emperor
  • Reading: 2012: The Return of Quetzacotl
  • Watching: Scrubs Season 1-3
  • Playing: Marvel: Ultimate Alliance
  • Eating: pineapple
  • Drinking: Sunset Wheat
I just realized this is like the house I grew up in sometimes. I really did first share my writings with people in here (I can't believe what horrible stuff I used to put on the internet). And then I feel it restraining me and so I move out for a little bit, but I always seem to stop back for a few weeks jsut to check in...see all my old friends and get grounded.

Anyway, I haven't posted in about a year, but I've been checking in on the site for the past few weeks to see what people have been up to. I just wanted to let anyone who was interested know that I probably won't post poetry here again anymore. If you want to read I post occasionally on myspace.com/imagesandthoughtsofasouthernlizard and I'm thinking about using this blogspot that I opened up recently. If you're really interested to read then leave me a message on here because I still check in every now and then.

Love you all

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:iconhaliwa87:
Mood: Affection ~haliwa87 Jul 17, 2009, 1:17:43 AM
I just noticed it said you logged in a week ago, hopefully I catch you online the next time you stop by. I will be using the site regularly again, hope to see you around and hope all is well

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[ H a L i N a ] :bonk:
:iconhaliwa:
~haliwa Jul 7, 2008, 5:41:59 AM
I just haven't been around lately. I'm trying to get back into posting but I seem to haven been suffering writers block in the past little while.
:icondarklies:
~darklies Feb 5, 2008, 1:52:37 PM
youre still alive?

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:iconkhrishna:
~Khrishna Sep 17, 2007, 5:40:42 AM
where can i make a blogger account, if it's still going on?
[this shows you how often i check my messages.]
:)after a while it's like playing tick tack toe.

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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
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~Sister-Sleep Dec 1, 2006, 2:25:05 AM
Thankyou for the watch... I'll have a look at some of your stuff when I get the time. =3

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He's a boy, you wanna girl so tear off his cock, ties his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want,
:iconaricacritter:
~aricacritter Sep 25, 2006, 8:25:06 PM
Thank you :heart:

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The essence of the vessel is the void therein.
:iconkhrishna:
~Khrishna Sep 15, 2006, 2:25:37 AM
it aught to be is all i know.
but words fail so often because
the people who think of them
just arent
drunk enough. ...=)
twist this crazy language jazz i say.

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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
:iconkhrishna:
~Khrishna Sep 12, 2006, 12:06:40 PM
i hope you get your musical mojo back on
track and someday soon sir.
then again i might do the same.

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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
:iconkhrishna:
~Khrishna Sep 8, 2006, 6:36:20 AM
wordy?
ginsberg?
..adderall ?

well it's almost redundant.=)
yes do post them. i am curiousss.

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"All art is quite useless."
-Oscar Wilde
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~melies Jan 3, 2006, 10:53:10 PM
Thx a lot for the fav!!

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Kossé ca....
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