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This is not an exit
She spoke
Through lips I ironed on
She spoke
With razors and disarray

Fall in line
You command
And I choke
On everything you say
It's smoke
Out of season
Just particles
Strung together
With no reason
This doesn't add up

The stale air
Relayed through
Empty breath
Of dying tragic lungs
We are all enslaved
To your lust command
And twisting tongue
You taste like
Death on a good day
But look at me the wrong way
Through eyes you painted on

And when you left
Me broken up
You took everything I own
And am
And I can't even breathe
I'm sucking in shards
Of glass
From shattered spectacles
Your foot is on my throat

And I can't say
That recently
I can even really see
The way out

The exit's on fire
So suffocate the flame
Extinguish it
The way you do to me
And for the sake
Of everything
Holding any meaning
Please
For the love
Let me out.

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If you want to know about me, read my blogs. Read, comment, subscribe. Simple.

I'm just a guy. A pretty ok one, I'd like to think. I suppose that's subjective though. I do LA stuff. That should answer just about every question. Mostly, I write. Sometimes I do other things. Sometimes I throw parties at various locations with excessively cool people. Sometimes I dream, that he is me. You've got to see that's how I dream to be. I dream I move, I dream I groove, like Mike. If I could be like Mike. Be like Mike. Like Mike. If I could be like Mike.

I used to be in a band. Now I'm mostly not in a band. Maybe someday I'll be in a band again. I like bands. I like screaming my lungs out on stage. It's a beautiful form of release and self expression. Good times. If you want to check out what my former band used to do, go here, Pure .

I like good people. People who are funny. People who are interesting. People who have conversations that don't bore me. I'd rather be friends with assholes than with boring people. People who are talented. I invariably feel much better between 10pm-4am than I do from 10am-4pm. I'm kind of an asshole unless I know you and like you and then I'm absolutely not an asshole. I can't emphasize the following enough...I think Republicans suck. Religious people scare the shit out of me. I'm opinionated. I like to fuck things up a lot.

I absolutely despise small talk. I hate when people force you to hear their banal conversations. I wish there was a law against it. It's truly noise pollution. A lot of people in LA think their shit is going to be interesting to someone around them, so they talk louder. It makes me want to thrash them. I don't want to pretend I like someone I don't like, and I'd never want someone else to feel forced to talk to me. So let's just agree to never have small talk. I usually hate having phone calls that last longer than 2 minutes, unless I'm catching up with family or old friends, or learning about new ones. Phone calls are dead to me.

Much of my focus right now is on writing. I'm working on a book, which I'll talk very little about and at this rate I will never finish...two scripts that I won't speak a word on...and everything else (blogs, songs, poems, etc...) that I'll post here. Those of you who regularly read my bullshit and respond make me really, really, ecstatically, splendidly happy. I appreciate it to no end.

I have the absolute best friends, and I'm meeting more good, successful, interesting people all the time. The circle just keeps expanding. If you want know what I'm up to, I'm usually with them if I'm not working or writing. I prioritize my friends over pretty much everything and I like it that way.

I'm out four or five nights a week and yes, that is too much. When I'm not out, I probably don't want to leave my house. I'm back in the valley, living with my brother. You can visit, but only if you're quiet and you bring me, like, a dresser or a pan or something useful.

And yes, I know I'm an asshole.

Would you like me to be creepy with your pizza?

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