programmer, photographer, writer

Why is pain so beautiful when it doesn’t hurt anymore? Why does love choke your heart when you think of it no more? Why does your heart break without telling you why? The music transcends to spaces, that you cannot hide Like the waves of a burning tide Like a heart beating the first time. [...]

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§482 · October 9, 2008 · writing · 2 comments · Tags: ,


Some people feel that they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces trying to close the gaps of the past into the depths of the sea. The sea only gives them harsh blows, occasionally the chance to blow strong. You’re wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from [...]

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§445 · June 22, 2008 · writing · (No comments) · Tags: ,


  I am scared and restless these days like the evening tides of an ocean Tired and working with a half-mind, looking for a break all the time I’m the remains of other peoples’ sadness and miseries I’ve got someone angry so many times and they may never understand me I’m scared that I’m not [...]

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§425 · March 18, 2008 · writing · (No comments) · Tags:


  When you have reached the end of all the light you know and are about to step into the darkness of the unknown faith is knowing that one of two things will happen, you will either be given a ground to stand on or you will be taught to fly – (read somewhere)   [...]

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§424 · February 14, 2008 · writing · (No comments) · Tags:


One: She made love to me in the reverse missionary position. She came in layers. We were not baboons. Two: She liked me, wanted to take me out everywhere. I was with her where ever she asked me to come – movies, book readings, lounge-bars, yoga and even her office cocktail party. I never wanted [...]

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§415 · December 30, 2007 · writing · (No comments) · Tags:


Time flies, it sure does. And in the realm of realizing yourself, you look back, year after year — every year. Beyond shame, you cradle your head in your arms, embarked on an orgy of self-pity. You summon the strength of character to put up a good face on the last fucked up year, maybe [...]

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§409 · November 14, 2007 · writing · (No comments) · Tags:


  It’s a Friday night, an unusually warm November in Minneapolis. I put on my newly bought, black Calvin Klein sweater under a white shirt. My blue jeans at 31″ waist, already sags, perhaps I need a wife to feed me. I head off to an art-house at the Hennepin Theater district which is now [...]

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§406 · October 31, 2007 · writing · (No comments) · Tags:


People say I’m cold. I confess; I am a heartless man. Not always; people don’t know what lies beneath me. I once went to a friend’s barbecue and it turned out to be a fragile, yet transcending moment, in the recent past of my life. I was looking at this baby and I’m not usually [...]

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§400 · October 3, 2007 · writing · (No comments) · Tags:


  The deep and dreamless sleep of adolescence was heavy on me. Indeed today my sleep was deeper than usual, for as I slept the darkness seemed to thicken around me. If I dreamt at all, I dreamt that I was sleeping in the heart of an ocean, shut down from the light of the [...]

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§363 · April 13, 2007 · writing · (No comments) · Tags:


DOGS DONT CRY They call me Tricksy. I’m black, small in size, bent ears and big round eyes. I don’t know why but whenever people see me they tell me that I’m cute, maybe I am but isn’t there something more than that? My day begins licking my mom (I call her mom) my brother [...]

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§357 · March 27, 2007 · writing · (No comments) · Tags: