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Pharasyte
Hometown: Ashburn, VA
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Indeed, what about me...
The only important thing to remember is... Gawd, I dunno.
You know what? Time to begin again...
Yes, I have been writing since I was very young and all that good stuff. The main thing that pisses me off is that there's no money in poetry and it's getting tougher in prose. Music, I don't know where that's heading.
Wait... I'm getting off topic again.
Oh, I know what the important thing is...
CRAZY POET GUY.
Theoreticall y that should explain everything.
Oh, yea, almost forgot, visit my blog:
SynapseSouf fle.blogspot.com
That wasn't a request...
Err...
On second thought, I'll try that again...
Please visit my blog:
SynapseSouf fle.blogspot.com
That was a request.
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Interests
Activities: Anything that doesn't cost too much and a lot of things that do.
Favorite Music: Anything that's good. I know that's subjective, but what the hell, I listen to a lot of stuff.
Favorite TV Shows: I try not too. Very hard.
However, I do like John Stewart and Colbert. I don't really like to admit this, but I'm also into Star Trek and Stargate SG-1. It's not my fault.
Favorite Movies: Movies with hot naked women are cool, but sort of frustrating.
I could be all cliche and mention The Wall or I could expose myself as a total anachronism and say Tommy.
Actually, the sad truth is, I can get down with some pretty bad movies that I shouldn't enjoy. I think I just like to watch things move around the screen. It's like magic.
Favorite Books: No favorites 'cause I don't read things that don't intrest me.
I am starting to get a thing for David Foster Wallace. He's good.
Oh, favorites, I do have at least one of those. EM Ciroan, The Trouble With Being Born. I really really really really really really really really have to have a copy nearby at all times. Really.
Influences: Bukowski, Ashberry, Amachai, Ciroan, Nietchze, Kierkegarrd, Capote, Salinger, and various other poets and writer with whom I have personal relationships with.
Also, the malicious and vindictive gods of this universe give me things to write about.
Oh, better give a nod to my muse, lest she get pissed.
Here's a nod to my muse.
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scottmartinlocke -
i enjoy your writing to the point of understanding the intensity and integrity of your thouhts. WITE MORE.
SCOTT
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rebelles -
Sure would like to visualize more of your thoughts,Your extremely provoking...
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music_7 -
I have Many Many Different Types of Instrumental Beats that am just sitting on, waiting for a singer songwriter or artist’s to work with.
Check out some of my music on myspacemusic, under http://www.myspace.com/christheaspiringmusicproducer
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scottmartinlocke -
on writing: an inconsistant thought
your wisdom is genius.
consider the mobius strip . a one plane with a twist becomes a % @ infinity.
most people don't think like us but i've found another. he's here at impnow.
vietcollege man.
he's wise like you and me.
where the metaphysical crosses the physical all probability becomes possible. i think you are right about God. It; the great spirit , found itself
becoming human. the question i have is this: when did Jesus know who he was ?
was he born really smart or did he h ave to learn like we do. to answer my own question i think ? he had to learn of his own spirit and make the link between
consciousne ss of ourself and consciousness of the world. when that happened some kind of alchemy happened
that transformed him.
i've heard it said; when we know ourself....it's a mind thing.
i'm just glad to know you because of the parallel of our thnking. i'm not far off course from you. i can learn from you as you add to your writing. least i can do is to inspire you with new thoughts,it's late. get some rest now.
talk with you more;
wise old man
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pharasyte's Featured Art
Abstract Painting 780-1
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We can't avoid the way
color and shade talk to us or the
infinitude of uncertainty
carried on a
finite line through white space.
Ask for geometry, find it
twisted by the musings of
Hisenburgs violin.
Rembrant sighs, tries to make
use of his new four dimensional
canvas though he knows it will
never be the same because he has
become something, he is the
producer of his envrionment.
Still he cries out, "I am nothing,
I am
nothing."
You don't respond, I revel in the
despondancy, though only for a bit.
I still talk in a lot of
'theys' and 'thems', it's
harder to find proper names, it's
insane to expect them to
remember yours.
We are all Mary Magdolen,
gripping the Jesus shroud,
expounding the virtues of loss,
scrying with a real skull
'cause the fake one is lost
in the mail.
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