So you want a description of me, well I'm a man of many descriptions, or to be more accurate, a man of many labels. Some people see me as a punk, some as a Goth, some as hippy, and the list goes on. I say I'm just me. Some people have even come to see me as today's most popular fictional wizard, who's name I'm sure you can guess. Call me what you will but get to know if you really want to know what I am. Feel free to contact me. I love to talk to people as long as they are honest. No bullshit. But as for as describing myself, get to know me and find out.

The main things that I like are books, art, poetry, writings, music, I love things that make me think, but most of all enjoying a nice cup of coffee or a drink with a person that I can have a decent conversation about those subjects or anything for that matter.



I want to meet someone that is like that and get to know them completely or at least as much as they will allow me to. Find my home in that person; just feel like I'm home when I'm with them. I have always wanted to have wings and fly, just be free. Now I just want to go home. Maybe I'll find it in my own gothic hippy gypsy Indian (native americam) woman.


More about me in my diary


Some of my favorite Quotes from some of my books and songs.

"I had bought my ticket and was waiting for the LA bus when all of a sudden I saw the cutest little Mexican girl in slacks come cutting across my sight. She was in one of the buses that had just pulled in with a big sigh of airbrakes; it was discharging passengers for a rest stop. Her breasts stuck out straight and true; her little flanks looked delicious; her hair was long and lustrous black; and her eyes were great big blue things with timidities inside. I wished I was on her bus. A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world."


"I don't remember wakening that Sunday morning perhaps I never slept. I was just sitting up in bed but she hadn't let me have sex with her. I didn't care. I loved watching her sleep. The light was falling through my window, all over the blue sheets of my old bed, and onto her face. I lifted up the sheets and watched her breath. They seemed to be sleeping themselves. I hoped that she would wake up. I laid the sheet back over her, right up to her chin. I looked up and out at my room. I thought that must be what prayer is like."


"The sheer sweetness of her face had been infinitely beautiful."

"She looked indescribably lovely to me, so pure and otherworldly."

"yet I remained drugged by the sight of her, and by the anthems. By the soft embrace of this feeling: all is well; all is as it should be. We are all safe."


"If some time your breasts pause, if something stops moving,
stops burning through your veins,
if the voice in your mouth escapes without becoming word,
if your hands forget to fly, and fall asleep,

Matilde, my love, leave your lips half-open:
because that finally kiss should linger with me,
it should stay still, forever, in your mouth,
so that it goes with me, too, into my death

I will die kissing your crazy cold mouth,
caressing the lost fruit buds of your body,
looking for the light of your closed eyes.

And so when the earth receives our embrace we will go blended in a single death, forever living the eternity of a kiss."



"You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms. One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace."



"He looked like a human being lost among them, his face softened with color and feeling; his body curiously defenseless; his eyes wondering and sad..."

"In a daze, I saw her stretch out her arms to them. Her black hair spilled down on her white shoulders, and the folds of her long simple gown barely moved in the soundless wind. It struck me that never in all my life had I beheld anything quite as beautiful as she was, and it was not merely the sum of her physical attributes, it was the pure serenity, the essence that I perceived with my innermost soul. A lovely euphoria came over me as she spoke."


"Lost" by The cure

I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the head of this stranger in love

Holding on given up
To another under faded setting sun
And I wonder where I am...
Could she run away with him?
So happy and so young
And I stare
As I sing in the lost voice of a stranger in love
Out of time letting go

In another world that spins around for fun
And I wonder where I am...
Could he ever ask her why?
So happy and so young...
And I stare... But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the heart of this stranger in love
Holding on given up
To this other under faded setting sun
And I'm not sure where I am...
Would he really turn away?
So happy and so young...
And I stare...
As I play out the passion of a stranger in love
Letting go of the time
In this other world that spins around for one
And I'm not sure where I am...
Would she know it was a lie?
So happy and so young...
And I stare... But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
In the soul of this stranger in love
No control over one
To the other under faded setting sun
And I don't know where I am...
Should he beg her to forgive?
So happy and so young...
And I stare...
As I live out the story of a stranger in love
Waking up going on
In the other world that spins around undone
And I don't know where I am...
Should she really say goodbye?
So happy and so young
And I stare... But...
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I can't find myself
I got lost in someone else.




       Going to California By Led Zepplin
"Spent my days with a woman unkind, Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
Made up my mind to make a new start, Going To California with an aching in my heart.
Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Took my chances on a big jet plane, never let them tell you that they're all the same.
The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today.
The mountains and the canyons started to tremble and shake
as the children of the sun began to awake.
Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be sinking.
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and high.
To find a queen without a king,
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings... la la la
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams,
Telling myself it's not as hard, hard, hard as it seems."