: About Me

22 years ago i was born prematurely and since then i've been trying to catch up. On this quixotic journey i have encounter, in my black balloon, several heart aches, a light breeze of sweet joy and a broken, distorted view of what it is i can and will achieve, on this misguided quest, and its these feelings that i share with you now...
Hope you enjoy my musings...

My passion is ...

movies and literature

I know too much about ...

Movies and trivial things

My parents always told me ...

If you have nothing to say then say nothing

My childhood ambition ...

To direct movies (bless)

My favorite memory ...

anytime i make someone laugh

Why I write ...

To learn, improve and occassionally rant

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Neil Gaiman, Doctor Who, Big Star.

My first job ...

Bin man (the horror...the horror!)

My best moment ...

is yet to come

My inspiration ...

Friends and family

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide

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Room 704 Through the window; this towns a belt buckle, sliver and worn catches the suns glare, alluring and caged; where desire becomes scorn. while leather creaks and groans the hotel walls get too tight to breath and just beyond the peeling wallpaper is a soft chorus of moans. Room 704; Thats what i got Do they really expect me to piss in this pot? Is this what the belt gave me because i never chose A plain wood panel in the shape of a lock and a kitchen smell of wet clothes I drove you into these rooms as i knew the game always pays while the belt slashed strips of flesh from your sides...

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