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Name: Eric
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Birthday: 8/26/1984
Gender: Male


Interests: going to shows, talking about how i was an original punk rocker (and not some poser who just thought it was trendy), writing overly dramatic essays with intentionally incorrect punctuation that all have something profound to say about life or love or relationships.
Expertise: im the best
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other


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Member Since: 11/18/2001

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Saturday, October 22, 2005

this stupid emo motherfucker
hunched over in front of me
fumbling with a number of electronic devices
as his right foot keeps a steady rhythm
his hair's a mess and unwashed
stylishly unkempt
dark blue jeans painted on
legs lacking any scars of a healthy youth
black sweatshirt, also tight
cryptically advertising some struggling rock band
who I'm sure he'd claim as personal friends
sleeves pushed up
displaying an impressive collection
of oddly colored wristbands
completing the outfit with a leopard-print belt
a pair of low cut converse all stars, black
and a shiny metallic hoop
which has been stuck through a $65 hole in his face
not to mention a bulky laptop computer
circa 1998
unnecessarily brought here to class
except perhaps to highlight his quirky, cool uniqueness
upon which he browses the myspace community
eagerly informing himself of what the others are up to
and i spend some time watching his screen
and the movements of his mouse
running over candidly contrived photos
he clicks on a girl adorning oversized sunglasses
and neon pink hair
all of them victims of mass mediaization
and here i sit, most awestruck
inspired to document this rare sighting
of a creature who so thoroughly subscribes to lifestyles
imbedded with paradox
achieving individuality through conformity


Friday, January 28, 2005

somewhere out there, your future wife is drunk fucking an anonymous sleazeball and up to 5/8 of his entire fraternity.  and when she meets you, her one (several) night(s) of shamelessness and disgrace will become nothing more than unwillingly repressed memories for which she will compensate by withholding sex from you until the fucking lawn is mowed.  and the one thanksgiving dinner when you carelessly joke about all her collegiate accomplishments amassing a grand total of nothing more than the present state of the turkey (getting stuffed), you'll glance up at your lovely wife and see the unmistakable expression of cold hard guilt.  never spoken of again, but forever etched into your mind. 


Monday, January 17, 2005

cant be alone must talk on phone
block out that voice in your head
chat away that guilt
and in the company of others
seem more important than they
lacking matters to immediataly discuss
we all have business these days
disconnected from the present
always planning ahead
never enjoying now
these small electronic devices
have destroyed real communication
 
goddamn cell phones.
 
 


Friday, January 07, 2005

what do you call the person
who knows the stove is hot
and will burn him
but insists on touching it anyways
in spite of the pain?
a fuckin moron thats what
boy dont know what good for him
lacking common sense
a regular
dimwitted
numbskull
and what about the guy
who pressed the red button
despite the captain's warning
and killed half the crew
as they were ejected from the cockpit?
hes a fuckin half-cocked
no good
twisted son of a bitch
without a full set of crayons
and slightly left of right center
how bout that kid
who made himself a cocktail
underneath the sink
and even though he saw mr. yuck
he proceeded to mix and drink
whats he thinking!?
boy dont got a clue
hes a fuckin blue footed
jelly bellied
tootie fruity
tootsie roll mother fucker
a crumb ass wet noodle
drawin all over himself
a yellow breasted keyster creamer
light on the mayo
without special sauce
the lights are on and nobody's been there for weeks
not playing with a full deck
his knives are dull
and youd tell him to his face
but he already knows
hed probably join in the chorus of insults
taking pride in his apparent lack of self concern
and you could call it courage
or determination
or retardation
or whatever the fuck you want
depending on what side youre taking
but ill bet he's got his reasons
as we all do
however insuffient they may seem
and if youd stop criticizing
for just one fucking second
and asked why he does what was done
im sure hed say
it had something to do with love
 
 
 
 
 


Monday, December 06, 2004

pretend you still care
eat yourself a bit slower
leave room for dessert.
 
deny reality
if it helps you sleep at night. 
who needs emotions?!?
 
there is no such thing
more justified in its ways
than my hate for you.
 
all this in haiku,
its easy when you feel it.
i didn't want to -
 
the way you wronged me
wont be undone easily,
this score is not tied.
 
so im through with you,
this is my way of placing
boundaries on myself.
 
and i never thought
for one second that it would
end so terribly.
 
can't and won't look back,
its been a long time coming -
the end of the end.
 
all five seven five
nothing more than what it is.
this is it, goodbye.
 
 
 



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