Storytellers are liars. Never trust those who tell stories. I feel like making my wounds into poems; make the stanzas bleed. I want to paint again but it scares me.
posted by Eiríkur @ 7/05/2003 10:44:00 PM
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Eiríkur: A New Spelling of my Name
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Saturday, July 05, 2003
About Me
- Name: Eiríkur
- Location: San Francisco, California, United States
When I was six I remember sitting in the carbon-monoxide seats of my parent’s late ’70s powder blue station wagon. I would lip-sync to Crystal Gayle’s “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue” looking over at the drivers of other cars. I was convinced they would see me and think that I was Crystal, broadcasting directly to their AM dial. Recently I realized I was just high on fumes.
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- Gaping Void
- Postsecret
- The Myth-Adventures of Nicky Pickles
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- Tooth Paste For Dinner
- Found Magazine
- Wikipedia
- Bookslut
- Identity Theory
- Blithe House Quarterly
- Making Fiends
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