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BASICS

Height:174 cm - 178 cm (5'9" - 5'10")
Birthday:January 23, 1988
Sexual Orientation:Homosexual
Location:British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:07:55pm | Dec 08, '05
Profile Updated:01:35pm | Dec 17, '09
Last Active:4 hours ago

INTERESTS

Reading Material:Comic books, Newspapers, Non-fiction, Poetry
Movies:Foreign, Independent
Art:Astrology, Body Art, Drawing, Clothing design, Film/Video Making, Journal Writing, Painting, Photography, Sewing, Writing
Animals/Pets:Cats, Dogs, Rodents
Music:Alternative, Emo, Garage, Hardcore, Indie, Punk, Reggae, Ska
Sports:Jogging, Yoga
Activities:Drinking, Listening to music, Partying
Musical Instruments:Acoustic guitar, Bass guitar, Kit Drums, Piano, Trumpet

THIS IS ME.

i know who i am and where i belong... i am zeffian and i designed myself... i belong within my own flesh and bone. the end.

i have wings made of paper and a vengance made of steel. as hard as i try, the truth can always be seen in my eyes. i live on whim, i believe life is best experienced through extremities. i smoke like a chimney. i drink too much whiskey. i paint. i no longer sleep.

we all trade liquor for love. i dont believe in it.


http://loveshambles.blogspot.com/

love will be the end of us all

I LOVE....

[BEAUTY] all things in the name of art, audrey hepburn, b&w photography, cigs (number 7 reds), duct tape, earl grey tea, film, heart shaped bruises. hip bones, kisses, legs, lia block everything, pill boxes, sunglasses, sweaters, tattoos,vincent gallo, vintage, whiskey, zombies.

[MUSIC] [right]

I HATE....

homophobia. racism. cops. meth. cheap tans. hospitals. cracklove

LATEST BLOG ENTRY

 
06:34pm | Mar 26, '07 | No Comments
not even bruises will blossom upon my flesh
can't cease my blood from thickening to dirt in my veins
my eyes from clouding
my heart from breaking.
why wont you fucking turn around?
why wont you fucking take my hand and tell me its okay.
my bones are crushed powder and lye
my lips are numb

i couldnt stop loving you if i tried.