| Blacksmith | ||
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| Last Activity | Wednesday 4-08-2010, 23:27 |  |
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| Member's Local Time | Monday 6-02-2012, 19:26 | |
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| Email Address: | Click Here |
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| Location | viņas nodaļas pēdejā daļā |
| Interests | Blood boots. Killer storm. Fool's gold. God in a heaven. Where is she? Have you seen her? Has anyone seen this girl? snap shot (projected) She's my sister. Ladies & gentlemen: please attend carefully to these words & events It's your last chance, our last hope. In this womb or tomb, we're free of the swarming streets. The black fever which rages is safely out those doors My friends & I come from Far Arden w/ dances, & new music Everywhere followers accrue to our procession. Tales of Kings, gods, warriors and lovers dangled like jewels for your careless pleasure I'm Me! Can you dig it. My meat is real. My hands--how they move balanced like lithe demons My hair--so twined and writhing The skin of my face--pinch the cheeks My flaming sword tongue spraying verbal fire-flys I'm real. I'm human But I'm not an ordinary man No No No By The Poetry of Jim Morrison |
| Website | http://www.myspace.com/bandblacksmith |
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