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- circa 86 there was a small birth in the belly of the city of angels. middlemost stroke of midnight, and after a slight hiccup in breathing beguiled by umbilical chords, the sea within the vivisection gave way to a slightly sick, nonetheless steadily breathing baby boy. the creation co-op by an aspiring guitar string sage for a father, and a district 7 cloud nine communications director for a mother. having never tied the knot (via father's monogamy complications), the parents kept in close quarters for the sake of their creation. with the rock god's days of wine, song, and concubines wearing thin, he exchanged the axe for ball in chain, as did mother, though not in the same vane.
while the two masterminds’ behind this narrator dove head first into the day in and out doldrums of nine to five vast machine sort of fray, the boy was neck deep in defining his reason for breathing as he grew taller each day. early as his head could conceive, he showed copious an interest in ink, and the to and fro type turning of pages. he'd take hours mastering the art of spilling insides in cursive of every triumph, tragedy, and the split incisions of self since the inception. bear in mind like any worth telling, this tale wasn't left unstrained with strife of life and its often unfair gain. for as early as he could conceive clearer than the pages, the boy's yellow brick road would often run red with his own, alone at the hands of those most would incorrectly hoist as the "fairer sex". a score or so of discarded letters, a slew of misspent endeavors, abandoned tenements which once housed noble intentions, and a stale dial tone broadcasting from midwest capitals of elsewhere, the boy grew accustom to keeping teeth hidden in the face of women.
that matched with a rabid enthusiasm of language in lieu of chains, smokes, and improper speech, made him one fish left of the school to most wearing the same shade that deemed him weak. a walking fun house mirror to be marred by many as a social coma leper. a far cry too dark to speak so white was the extra extra he'd read all about before every sunset's end. prolonged exposure of playing the square trying to fit circumference of the circle resulted in him making a habit of holding unfavorable feelings taciturn. for all too often they were recouping from critical a condition from the myriad of mal-distaffs and derelicts who at dropped hat would dig mandibles in. at 15 he found a common passion in the palm of a perfect mirror image he'd come to call his blood brother. 17 he'd make fire among the ostracizing aphids. deciding it would be his written pages defining his center attraction to a sizable lexicon. contorting from square into a hexagon, it was the circle that became unworthy of his space. at 18 he fell into what was and what he'd be, and post crack dissect his outer shell. in deciphering the knitch would he sew a center too golden to sell.
at 19 his mind for a moment resigned from a menu of intravenous hallucinogens to cure the cancer, and cold marble hospital stints. upon lymph nodes receding he'd come to expel all belief in things such as holy spirits and hungry ghosts. though not the sort that toils hallways in hunt for attention, but of the kind that dines on doubts as the feast, and leeches we as its evening host. at 21 he'd climb olympus to find his creators just as susceptible as any to any mortal form of fear, hypocrisy, and debility to peril. several million volts of unfamiliar feeling, being taken aback at the fallible façade of mother and father's outer layers peeling. while working through the storm the boy fraught with swinging arms at the ocean current to keep himself steady. only to shipwreck on an uncharted atoll, set to shelter if he was ready. finding solace in the space of its fertile traces, and sitting under his yggdrasil, basking warmth in the coming to of his age, the whole spectacle taken in with a grin, the boy kept writing, and signed in blood his name to the page...
- You can be my friend if...
- you aren't a complete trog...
- Website :
- http://www.afropunk.com/profile/Drew
- Occupation:
- -student
-life study specialist (=
- Favorite bands:
- - glassjaw
- deftones
- a perfect circle
- aesop rock
- atmosphere
- no bird sing (=
- sage francis
- trophy scars
- blood brothers
- at the drive-in
- the mars volta
- rage against the machine
- mewithoutyou
- the sound of animals fighting
- circa survive
- minus the bear
- asian kung-fu generation
- the brown
- acidman
- saul williams (greatest poet ever)
- toe
- te
- sole
- the doors
- pink floyd
- motion city soundtrack
- bronbaba
- etc etc etc
- Favorite movies:
- - old boy
- visitor q
- the watchmen
- fight club
- ichi the killer
- the breakfast club
- battle royale
- casshern
- the matrix (and i solely mean the first one)
- sunshine
- spl
- pandorum
- the once upon a time in china trilogy
- brick
- sin city
- from dusk til dawn
- fearless
- clerks
- dogma
- fist of legend
- american psycho
- the departed
- the godfather I & II
- bambozzled
- silent hill
- requiem for a dream
- pulp fiction
- iron monkey
- the rules of attraction
- Favorite books:
- - fight club
- survivor
- haunted
- rant (you see a Chuck Palahniuk pattern yet?)
- rules of attraction
- anything socrates
- idlewild
- the windup girl
- needful things
- the face
- the diamond age
- the wheel of darkness
- less than zero
- the fourth realm trilogy
- pygmy
- anything hp lovecraft
- a clockwork orange
- house of leaves
- etc etc etc etc
- Favorite Magazines:
- dont really read mags
- Favorite TV shows:
- - lost
- californication
- rome
- battlestar galactica
- doctor who
- heroes
- torchwood
- being human
- dexter
- carnivale
- nip/tuck
- true blood
- x-files
- angel
- v
- united states of tara
- tons upon tons of anime that i dont really care to enumerate right now...
- Relationship status:
- immune
- Orientation:
- Unsure
- Zodiac Sign
- Sagatarious
- Kids?:
- meh...
- Smoke/Drink?
- no/ no
Drew's Blog
A Sequel to "Caffeine Ramblings"
prattling on in a less than one sided discourse over an evening cup of coffee, i let my eyes drift stage right to a weary faced lad clad in the purest hew of black i've ever spied. not since the era of me some eight to ten years prior have i seen such a worn down assimilation of bones hidden not-so subtle beneath a single coat of skin. mar… Continue
Posted on May 4, 2010 at 4:51am —
Magnetic North vs. Nautical South
worrying about the retail marketplace value of tomorrow is about as silly as wearing your most lavish winter sweater, whilst cooking in hell's kitchen in hithe of heat-wave weather. we've clear-cut more lush-lands and swallowed more oceans than five armies of angry nay-sayers making a king's court commotion. this is no such paper plead of "please save my earth" serotype sickness. this red and blue sphere will bask in sunshine long after the last body falls from the final bout of the "erase… Continue
Posted on April 28, 2010 at 4:00pm — 1 Comment
Three Parts, One Cup (Part I).
Three Parts to One Cup...
I
pinned one up, and shackled the latter lot to the business ends of paper dolls and clay concubines - whos fascades stay craddled, hidden behind the shroud of shrewd swinging parsols. and in a fashion fit price to fill the spell of salarymen staining the matching drapery fabrics, they handled their courtly conclave, kept low key and keeping company with skeletons in the confines of cabinets. these aren't my median sized tire skid marks scrawled against. not
Posted on April 13, 2010 at 5:34pm —
these frequent swims in the ocean of pharmaceuticals are starting to show shade in the color of my c…
these frequent swims in the ocean of pharmaceuticals are starting to show shade in the color of my cuticles. never uttered a single refusal, but i've given a ton of angry offers. all my lines angled single row like ducklings stalking their mother for hoisting the whore's trophy. if this an end, and a signal flare beginning of another, then i want to slice the record straight across, so the offerings at the eulogy will be fair. this is the knock down, strung out version of an epilogue. the der
… ContinuePosted on April 7, 2010 at 3:30pm —
Butterfly Birthmark (A Short Story)
By; Andrew Harrell
March 1st in the year of something long since deceased.
I am writing this final journal entry in hopes that by the time the seemingly endless scores of bombs have ceased their serenade of coercing lost souls from their bodies, a set of eyes (perhaps centuries from now) will fall upon this scorched piece of time weary parchment. And after unfolding the sealed ends of its crease, will be confused as to its contents, for all they’ve… Continue
Posted on April 1, 2010 at 7:01pm —
Comment Wall (24 comments)
- At 4:35pm on June 1, 2010,
Mark Clemons said…
- Wassup Bru....
- At 12:21am on May 28, 2010,
Oba Richards said…
- When you free write, do write to a particular audience?
- At 9:51pm on May 8, 2010,
Mark Clemons said…
- Lol.Well she can be my kids stepmom anytime.
- At 5:56pm on May 8, 2010,
Mark Clemons said…
- U ain't Lying! if a man is gonna get caught cheating on his wife,that's who he should be seen with!
- At 5:24pm on February 25, 2010,
Drew said…
- meh, status quo. post test days are chill though. especially when it involves math, since thats my absolute worst subject. how about you gorgeous? (=
- At 12:57pm on February 6, 2010,
Sabrina M. said… - heyhey!
thanks ive been working on that one for a little while i sorta forgot about it but imma improve it now :)
hiiii im sabrina [or Bri] bytheway
how are yo mr?
x♥
- At 2:06am on January 3, 2010,
Kairoe Memphiss said… - I like how your prose sounds like poetry. Makes my day.
- At 2:05pm on December 29, 2009,
J. Yahkel Estes said… - peace drew. stay positive!
- At 8:28pm on December 5, 2009,
Kairoe Memphiss said…
- I do that sometimes. ;)
- At 6:38pm on November 7, 2009,
with a name like sierra... said… - Greetings Drew:) How goes it?
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