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Yammerskooner

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  • anastasia sinitzin

    Archaeology of myspace. 

    2 years ago
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  • Sara

    Hey, I miss you! I don't know how to use facebook though...

    2 years ago
  • Sleeping Bear

    I was at the Met on Saturday and I saw exhibits with both Robert Longo stuff and stuff about Jerry Hall. It was like Shangri La, I swear. Did I tell you I'm going on a trip to Texas? I hope all the women there look like Jerry.

    2 years ago
  • Donielle The Gnar

    I know someone named Hutch. I tell him he's full of rabbits.

    2 years ago
  • Sleeping Bear

    Yes, he is. But he got rid of all that beautiful hair he was growing, which makes me sad.

    2 years ago
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  • patrick

    Let's make some food and drink some wine... Hetero-style!

    3 years ago
  • sadie

    soup! and juice! and friendship!

    3 years ago
  • sadie

    i'm ill.

    3 years ago
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About me:




~Κύκλωψ~

I am tall-lungs, long-tongue Cain. Weather-
maker they call me. Try to gather your hair
near my chimney, rain clouds will come in-
to position, lightning strike your dog. Island
am I, sarcophagus of sea lions, drowned in just
an inch of cold-seal brine. Whales break, the Kraken
seethes upon my wrinkled beach. Becalmed,
seamen repent their inchiostros, revert to your religion,
affect a longer, hempen leash. Come over though,
and overwhelm me. Bring milk, grape and tobacco leaf.
Green too frightening to think of, love’s tender sheep
graze safe over the groin. Love’s too-strong seams
and stays perturb my dreams, throng them with trade-ins,
imps, voles, ossicles and naked leather mouse.
Surrender as the curlews do. Of waders sandmen
tell tall-lungéd tales. Intruder, become won.
Hoarse is my song. But my pies are baked ochre
for you, whose lips and eyes go white, become
as ice. Am I the only one-eyed suitor to woo you?
Have others winked while I was fully blind?
This forehead was once golden-edged. Lit
lantern was my brow. I do not know how it
began to dim. Superintending the edge of this
world, waiting for veined temples to descend, I plunge
into the wreckage and I search for my lost kind. Alone
but for compass, pen and skin, I have sphinxed the riddle
of their fashioning, the year of their extinction. Mateless
was I born. I was born a skiff launched from my mother’s side.
Stay with me, my hearth, my battered bride.

Who I'd like to meet:




La Bataille S'Est Engagee



























Details

  • Status: Single
  • Hometown: Your Gnostic Ass.
  • Orientation: Not Sure
  • Religion: Mormon
  • Zodiac Sign: Taurus
  • Occupation: Distinguished Honors Professor of The Week
  • Income: Less than $30,000

Companies

  • University of Utah

    • Salt Lake City, Utah US
    • Teacher

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