kid_hideous

desperately needs somewhere to live. East Bay or SF, hopefully not in any boondocksy area. (Have no car, work in the financial district.) anybody have any leads on rooms or apartments to rent?

nevermind! home found

Time to get a real blog up! In honor of my first publication of poetry in quite a long time, here's Hans und Greeting, recently published at the fantastic online journal, Action, Yes:

Hans und Greeting

now Hans eyes glitter, now rheum, now vitriol, now glissando; Greta now
greeting mops them all up. the waxed lacquer glistens, full of his eyes
and their...
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this blog was going to be some of my visual work, but since SG only supports images under 200k and in JPG or GIF, it won't be.

I'll amend later.

So, I've been looking over my SG blog today. All of it. Ever since I joined way back in ought-6.

And my god does it raise up a strange roiling maelstrom of feelings.

My last blog post was almost exactly a year ago, announcing what was then my newest publication. There have been more since but I'll try to get to them in a future...
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0. Larvae

Becoming a vampires pretty much dead-on analogous to growing up humanI mean, nobodies born dead-sexy, fast as greased lightning or strong as a Hells Angel on angel dust. Nobodie.
Face itif youd met your dream girl when she was 6 months old, oozing drool and mucus out one end and what looks like oil paint out the other, she wouldnt exactly be your...
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bye.

should anyone wish to reach me, you can email kallisti666@hotmail.com.

that is all.

Have fun kids.

This blog brought to you by Sunday: kid_hideous' day of solitude. For all company and no loneliness makes kid_hideous a dull boy.

I get little enough time alone: between work, my roommate and my lover, the hour's rare that I, alone in my skin and surrounded by silence, have the time to be solely me. For in contrast to theories that the self is constituted...
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It's just one of those days.

One of those days when so much is going on and I don't want a thing to do with any of it. The rain falls like veil after veil of minute feathers, shattering the light into gray billows, and all I want to do is curl up on the pappasan (no idea how to spell that) and smoke cigarette...
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