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Youth In AsiaSitting on the street corner In the heart of the city,Youth In Asia
Is a friend of mine. You'd know him instantly By the scars on his hands and the beer can in his lap And his salt-and-pepper face With the teary blue eyes. You can see him every day, At that same street corner- The eunuch with the racy magazine dated October 1994. It's the only thing he has now, Besides the empty wallet and the even emptier can of beer, And his death-grip hold on the idea of what he once was And the thought of something better. He never looks you directly in the eye, But it's like he
by ~getradical
VirtuosoIt’s good to know you’re never there if I need you. There was nothing I could do. It began the moment I saw you And it couldn't be stopped. They didn't see you like I saw you. They couldn't understand your complicated poetry. Nobody else really knew you. But isn't that how you wanted it? Intimidation was your most powerful ally. Well, you couldn't fool me. I fell in love with your intricacy, The way you heard things without actually hearing them. You seemed happy only when you were working. &nbsVirtuoso
by ~getradical
BroadwayThe lights pop in and out, Stuck in an endless game of cat-and-mouse, And all around outside, a million tiny ants Fight their way to the top of the concrete anthill. Colors are everywhere But the stars haven’t been seen in years, Hidden in the sky Where giant silver birds fly over the glass trees. Music is always playing, And someone, somewhere, is always dancing On clouds of exhaust and cigarette smoke.Broadway
It’s like being stuck in a Gene Kelly movie. Full of confusion and noise And the occasional music break, Where people run around and around In a
by ~getradical
Softshoe Sam.Streetcars and cigarette butts. Stand at the corner and wait. Wait for a sign, A signal. The light at the end of the tunnel. Brown leather shoes, Penny loafers, Saved up a week’s pay to get ‘em. Baggy pants and dishpan hands That clap out a beat, A relentless rhythm, A rhythm to make those old brown shoes get up And dance. Dance like you thought you were dying. Underground Underdog. Honky-tonk Hollywood ain’t got nothin’ on this one. Dance down the line with a fiddler’s fury. Your public is waiting. City lightsSoftshoe Sam.
by ~getradical
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- Current Residence: Bryson Shitty, NC
- Interests: I like classical music. I don't care if you think that's stupid.
- Favourite movie: The Legend of 1900. Immortal Beloved. Amadeus. Bang Bang You're Dead.
- Favourite band or musician: Sunday Driver. Robert Downey Jr. Third Eye Blind. Joshua Bell. Alexisonfire.
- Favourite genre of music: See afforementioned.
- Favourite artist: Wallace Burman
- Favourite poet or writer: Ludwig van Beethoven was, by all accounts, one of the greatest poets there ever was.
- Favourite photographer: n/a
- Favourite style of art: Pick something lame and cliche and go with it.
- Operating System: Windows XP.
- MP3 player of choice: iTunes/Windows Media.
- Wallpaper of choice: Whatever's handy.
- Favourite game: Love.
- Favourite gaming platform: Existence.
- Favourite cartoon character: White Ninja, from whiteninjacomics.com
- Personal Quote: I'll fuck your brains out, if you take me away from the human race for just one day.
- Tools of the Trade: I have no trade, therefore no job, therefore no money, therefore no tools. Sorry to disappoint.
- Website: http://www.freewebs.com/djsprocket
- Email: yourbodywillbebrokenagain@yahoo.com
- AIM: xgetxradicalx
- MSN: warhol_burman@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: suavityisnotdead
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Kimberly glides in the arms of cactus angels.
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the helpless dreams of an assassin
my main account: ~marycontrary
~nina
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the helpless dreams of an assassin
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