General Information

Main blog:Halcyon
Birthday:January 20th 1984
Occupation:Technical / Computers
Education:Graduate degree
Religion:Not religious
Race/lineage:White / Caucasian
Location:United Kingdom

Contact Information



Body Size:Slender
Height:5' 9" (175 cm)
Vision:No assisted eyewear
Hair Color:Dark Brown
Hair Style:Curly - Medium
Facial Hair:None
Skin Tone:Pale
Clothing Pref.:Cozy

Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Never Married
Sexual Preference:Straight/Heterosexual
Smoking:No. But not bothered by it
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Exercise:Couch potato
Your Home:Live with roommate(s)
Biography/About:Teaching young children to swear since 1990
Likes:Sleeping; Music; Food; Cute Women
Dislikes:Stupid People; Mornings; Ironing
Interests:Fire, Swords, World Domination, Sarcasm, Chocolate

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Other Blogs I Author

 messed up world

Four Most Recent Entries

Desperate and ravenous, So weak and powerless over you
Discarded bus tickets and empty glasses littered before me Bluegrass music drifting from the speakers A tiredness that aches in my skin I wish I could hold you again Bask in your warmth Hug you close Feel you lips on mine Nervous, scared Wanting more Never wanting to leave
Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed
Let no breath enter my body No movement stir my limbs Let ashes claim my heart Discarded to the winds
When the summer comes a rollin'
I've known her for a little while. She's beautiful. Obviously that made me feel she was unlikely to be interested in me. The fact that she worked at our other site made it even less likely, distance things have a tendency not to work. The company closed that site over Christmas and she;s now covering someone else's job for a year at this site. She invited me out to the pub a few times, I figure she's just being friendly, getting in touch with people she knows, declined because of the distance and effort involved. Asked me again on Friday and I accepted because...I don't know why. I...
Let this darkened hour drift past
Stray memories have a way of catching you Making you pause, ponder and consider Wishing you didn't have to Wishing you could keep plodding on One step at a time Never looking back Never prodding at the scab If it's even a scab Rather than a wound Kept fresh and bleeding By constant picking and prodding With every glance over your shoulder At things you can never change

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