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About Me Member Angsty Poet Nathan Armstrong17/Male/Australia

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We are like children. We are innocent.
She is so very nice, but she is always crying. She is so very much like Alice in Wonderland in that way. She is always crying.
I am lost. I am naïve. I am the only person I never knew.
I hold her, so I do not feel so lost. I hold her tighter, so I do not feel so scared, so I feel safe, safe from that which I do not know. Safe from me.
We grow. We learn. We see the world pass us by. No longer are we children. You could say we never were, yet we were childlike.
I can always picture us: Standing at the beach at sunset like

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Return to me. Please?There's a cold, pale man in my hair. I says, I say to him, "What you doing there?" He just sits on his horse, and ignores all my talk, And he rides on his horse through all the alps And he rides on his horse around all the rocks of my hair, And he sits on his horse in his cape and he points his finger to the sky, And tells me in sternest French he's Napoleon Bonaparte the First, bitch.
But I don't believe him I still think he's Louis the Fourteenth. Bitch.
There's a cold, pale man in my hair. I ask "Why don't you live there?"
He say "Why do you have to ask me that?" &n Return to me. Please?
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NANOWRIMO!!!!

Wed Nov 4, 2009, 9:27 PM

I'M GOING TO WRITE A FUCKING NOVEL!!!

starting 5 days late but it's only 2000 words a day now, and I'm spending the last 14 days on holiday.

I shall tell you nothing more than there will be tonnes of sex and violence and a whodunnit element! Sounds fun, eh!

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Mood: Dumbfounded
Listening to: Regina Spektor!
Reading: Nothing! I'm writing!!!!!!!!!!
Drinking: big cuppa jhoe!!

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Current Residence: Looking through a glass onion
Interests: Songs, films and books.
Favourite movie: LADYHAWKE!!! Casablanca, Tron!
Favourite band or musician: Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Regina Spektor, Sonic Youth, Pink Floyd, Bowie, Lady Day, George Gershwin.
Favourite genre of music: Contemporary piano music, pop, Noise Rock, chanson, punk and generally weird music.
Favourite artist: Carl Spitzweg, Marcus Gheeraerts
Favourite poet or writer: Maxim Gorky, George Orwell, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Boz.
Favourite style of art: Breakfast.
Operating System: One that works.
MP3 player of choice: One that works.
Shell of choice: I rather like oyster shells.
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer painted walls actually.
Skin of choice: Orange skin.
Favourite game: Duck Hunt, Blackjack and sleeping.
Favourite gaming platform: NES/Atari 2600.
Favourite cartoon character: CAAARRRLL!
Personal Quote: "Anything's edible if you try hard enough."
Tools of the Trade: imagination, and anything in reach!