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Name: Timothy
Country: United States
State: Louisiana
Metro: Baton Rouge
Birthday: 10/1/1982
Gender: Male


Interests: "My honor is my life." - Sturm Brightblade "It is my ambition to say in ten sentences; what others say in a whole book. " - Friedrich Nietzsche "Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob." - Friedrich Nietzsche "Love no one until you can love yourself, for love of another is merely empty flattery and self-deception for one who cannot accept himself without pretense." - from The Magic of Recluse
Expertise: They never have my occupation in those little occupation lists :o( It's rather depressing lol To explain my expertise I have only one thing to say: I decend deeper into ignorance every moment and because of this I come to find that I finally know something... that I know nothing. (I'm not trying to be deep, honestly lol)
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Research


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Member Since: 7/8/2004

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Sunday, December 04, 2005

i miss you. everything i see makes me think of u. i just got finished watching a movie and it scared me. sometimes i think im crazy. sometimes i think that something is wrong with my mind. i hope nothing is wrong with it. i hope you dont think that i dont care. i havnt said as much lately. i have already expressed so much to you. theres so little left. everything else is beyond words. its primal. its more than skin or tongues or eyes. its life. its something that cant be expressed. only experienced. not felt or heard or seen. only known. i wish i could give you more. im sorry.


Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Arrogance
 
Pride, painted silver,
dripping black sweat,
from frozen river eyes,
bled all over me.
Flaunt it,
shove it.
Bold as demons,
it taunted me,
threw me a bone to fetch...
out of this dimension.
Your body shimmers tan,
you've been baked to a crisp,
you burnt my tongue,
you touched me,
underneath my blotchy veins,
into my slow-moving blood.
Glossy lips sealed to a perfection,
illuminating salty silence,
vigorously rubbing into my sores.
Sorry, not this time.
I'll smash you,
lay on top of you,
melt into the ghost that you are.
Maybe then I'll see you glow,
see you flow.
Look at you.
Now look at me.
Why can't we live in harmony?

By my wonderful girlfriend, Jacqueline Bins


Tuesday, October 18, 2005

"Image Maker"

Naked and violated.

Ripped and torn.

Expression decimated.

Hatred is born.


Shadows burning.

Impression formed.

Imprints churning.

I am deformed.


Distortion abundant.

Disfigured and marred.

Truth redundant.

My image is barred.


Smoke screen created,

Hazy within.

Hope slowly faded,

My prison begins.


Monday, October 17, 2005

The love to learn is manifested in humility and the desire to consider all ideas joyfully, even those which contrast most sharply with those ideas one holds most true and dear.


Friday, April 15, 2005

"Roseanna"

 

Your petals stained.

Crimson plasma.

Announcing salvation.

Protecting.

Owning.

 

Your heart veiled.

Velvety folds.

Hiding expectantly.

Hoping.

Weeping.

 

Your anchor covered.

Thorny barbs.

Drawing hungrily.

Joining.

Binding.

 

My spirit entrenched,

Bloody grounds.

Committing everything.

Trusting.

Believing.



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