Just Because I Can't Hear, Doesn't Mean I Don't Listen
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Miss3uggie
I am Rover
First and foremost, I'm DEAF! No, seriously.... I can't hear at all and I'm not going to say 'hearing impaired'. Dude I'm deaf as fuck and your screaming isn't going to bother me none.
I AM:
37 years old
A Dad.
A Tattoo Artist
Looking for apprenticeship in body piercing
A Celt
Single
Straight
A Poet
Artistic
a Land Pirate
An Old School Tattoo/Flash Lover
A Beer/Jack/Cigar Lover
A Tattoo Addict
A Lover Of Pain
A Lover Of Women with a meat on their bones
A Crazy Motherfucker At Times
A Big Dude
A Huge Underground Comic Book Fan
An Ultimate Bar Room Hero.
shud I knuckle sandwich 1971
Mod-Tracker
Apprenticeshit
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old pains
2009/11/21 04:04
A monster crawled from way long past my bedtime,
he said that he had met my soul before;
then dragged me to a future full of screaming
and whispered this would be forever more.
Attempting to break free and head for safety,
epiphany then barred me from retreat;
a stifled laugh was in my lame surrender,
as retribution rained down on the street.
Adrift with all my heroes in the gutter,
my prayers rebounded from a kerb of sin,
surrendering to tide I glimpsed Nirvana,
cascading past too fast to enter in.
2009/11/20 11:09 friggin gas guy hasnt shown up twice. new gas date Tuesday between 2pm and 4pm ugh a hot fuckin shower would be ideal right now.
just pulled a 97 hour week and its not over yet. Paydays gonna rock.
im seriously thinking of bringin home loose women. lol
blues
2009/11/19 02:33 Slowly but surely geting my life back together after being homeless for six months.
Got a new apartment last week. yay me.
second floor
1 bedroom and four other rooms me very own parking space for $ 650 a month not too shabby.
Recently came into some money and scared of it.
Will be back into the shop next week should prove to be helpful.
this no sex thing isnt all that bad. been one year nine months and counting.
just not ready i guess... gotta fix my world first anyways. im not uh .. all there yet enough to bang some body.
gonna try to post everyday now.
so be seeing yall.
2009/11/06 10:03
And thanks to the Incredible Miss3uggie I'm back on BME IAM.
Bug... You rule.
beep
2009/09/17 16:49
Later gators.
ten more days
2009/09/08 15:49
And I will be gone.
ah y'all know where ta reach me.
Ro'
Lewis Carroll, 1872
2009/09/05 07:31
A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July--
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear--
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise.
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?
There's a closed pink door
At the top of the stairs
And behind it there's a girl
Who's saying her prayers.
She asks God to forgive her
For she's about to sin,
There's a monkey on her back
And his patience's wearing thin.
There's an open pink door
At the top of the stairs
And behind it there's a room
Full of terrible fears;
A girl lies on a crumpled bed
A razor in her hand -
And a stream of blood trickling
Towards the promised land.
@!#@$%!!
2009/09/03 18:17
Madness has fallen in love with me.
What I want.
2009/09/01 10:16
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you are to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, your and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
