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You can't sophist a sophistress.

About Me

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My Interests

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The polymorphously perverse, the odd, the strange, the wild, the mild, the adventurous, the tame, beautiful people, the wondrous, the palindromical, the comical, the cynical, the optimistic, the antagonistic, the progessive, the opressed, the repressed, the obsessed, existentialism, socialism, communism, anarchism, minarchism, libertarianism, conservatism, liberalism, all the isms and their ism's as well, music, books, comic books, film, yiddish, James Carville's bald head, pretty words, naughty words, rhetoric, bullshit, psychoanalytical theory, philosophical conversation, anime, hentai, Stewart-esque obsessive hobbies, baths, another bath, and one more bath, My Radmobile, you, babies dressed like stuffy old men, introspection, glamour, nudity, egos (their glorification), superegos (their destruction) ids (their expression), alteregos (their creation), androgyny, being my own muse, asexuality, neuroses, people who don't rhyme unless they are mocking rhyming it's use and practice, beatniks, Leary and Mckenna, neoplasticism utopia, making a giant supernova of myself, bonnie and clyde, zelda and f fitzgerald, terrible twosomes, walking the extremes of ascetic like deprivation to sensssory overload, forbidden planets, esoterics and gnosticism, secrets, stream of consciousness, so obviously bitches.

I'd like to meet:

Intellects, kind people, people with open minds and existentialists. Anyone who has the courage to walk through the bushes at Cheesman, in the dark. Woody Allen and Ayn Rand. John Galt and Howard Roark. Your face. Your mom. Robots. Zombies. Fanboys. People who have read a book, yes, an entire book.

Floyd wanders off through the woods and unknowingly passes a tombstone with his name on it. Beside a lake, he encounters a pretty but mysterious woman, Mary, who reluctantly plays a song for him about two lovers who meet in the woods and are torn apart by tragedy. Floyd offers to buy the song rights from her, but she claims it isn't for sale. As he tries to seduce her, a jealous young man named Rayford shows up and attacks Floyd, who defends himself and kills Rayford. Soon, Rayford's brothers arrive to chase after Floyd. As he prepares to flee, Mary begs him to stay, hoping things will be different this time. She implies that these same events have occurred before. Ignoring her, he runs away and finds himself back at the shop in the woods where he is killed by the brothers. A warning from Rod Serling, In the Twilight Zone, some things are not for sale.

Music:

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- Joy Division
II. - Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Rasputina, Bright Eyes, smog, Interpol, Arcade Fire, Silversun Pickups, The Standard, ELVIS COSTELLO, The Smiths, The Misfits, Dead Kennedys, Pixies, Turbonegro, Sepultura, Rilo Kiley.
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- Erik Satie, Claude Debussy, Francis Poulenc, Darius Milhaud, Bojan Gorisek, Mendelsson, Rosini
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- Skinny Puppy, NIN, Portishead, Aphex Twin, The Cure, Mindless Self Indulgence, Kindney Thieves, Ministry, Deftones, Smashing Pumpkins, The Faint, Jack Off Jill. - my band my other band and my other band Merlin's Staff Infection
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- Simon and Garfunkle, Hall & Oates, Trail of Dead, Louis XIV, Jeus and the Mary Chain, Rush, Subhumans, Throbbing Gristle, Annie Lennox, Nancy Sinatra, David Bowie...

Movies:

I.
Night of the Living Dead, Encino Man (don't judge me.)
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Woody Allen, Troma, Alfred Hitchcock, Tennesse Williams (plays can be movies.), Michel Gondry, Ingmar Bergman, Takagi Masakatsu, pretentious art fag flicks, Harold Lloyd, Bela Lugosi, Lon Chaney, Chesney, Vincent Gallo, Takashi Miike, Gasper Noe, Sion Sono, Charlie Kaufman, Kevin Smith (for shame!), Terry Gilliam, Todd Solondz and such.

Television:

IV. I watch TV, and you would too if you knew what was best for you. I tap the vein when contemplating the following drugs... Star Trek TNG, South Park, Simpsons, SeaLab 2021, Aqua Teen, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Full House and Home Improvement. Jeopardy, Wheel, Tom Goes to the Mayor, Scare Tactics, Jeopardy, and Wheel... Alright, to hell with Bill Hicks and all his third eye bullshit. TV is mucho entertaining... Must. Stay. Away.time travel.thinks your beautiful.
Really. I am smiling.
What is it you want Mary? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Then you can swallow it and it'll all disolve... And the moonbeams would shoot out your fingers and toes and ends of your hair.
Suicide.Face Wash.
0Becareful with your little wrists, for the love of god.
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Circular kissing.
Marry me Chesney.
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Oscar Wilde cleave.
will take you out of this one horse town.

Books:

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AYN RAND, Nietzsche, Plato, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Denis Johnson, Oliverio Girondo, Hermes, Rilke, Rimbaud, Cummings, Camus, Szasz, Icke, Rod Serling (writes things) Machiavelli, Sartre, Kant, Jung, Martin Buber, Irvine Welsh, Jane Austen, William S. Burroughs, Jack Kerouac, Hunter S. Thompson, Allen Ginsberg, Orwell, Huxley, Jane Green, and Noam Chomsky and...Too many comics to mention. I love me some Steve Niles.

Heroes:

VI. Joy Division lyrics, schisms, zombies, A = A and the lepidoptera display at the history museum. milf hunter.

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My Blog

Dear Marjorie: hide out!

goodbye marjorie...i took all your baby dolls and put them in a bassinet i found the scary basement.i took all the secrets out of the La Plantana box. i took the neckaliss that you gave me and put in ...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Fri, 22 Jun 2007 01:26:00 PST

El perro pequeno optimista.

grow used to not being used to.i used to pretend he was reading melooking at me from an undisclosed distant location,maybe he listened to my satellite conversationsmaybe he had all the keys to my diar...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 11:10:00 PST

Counterintuitive and clinically silent.

situated, placed, or lying face to face with something else or each other, or in corresponding positions with relation to an intervening line, space, or thingi quit trying to esplain my selfmostly bec...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 12:26:00 PST

Close the passenger side window to keep the secrets we speak in with the heat.

Maybe i am an addictor maybe i am just getting braver.i whish it would keep for a whileall pure like freshly washed pinafores that you wore to sunday school while coloring line drawrings of jesus with...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Mon, 28 May 2007 11:15:00 PST

More sun than clouds.

Picking up each others poetry, we knew the lines before we said themlovely.imperfect and things.i forgot how to use mapsbut i do know how to jump fencesi don't believe in afterlifeor timei just believ...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 05:55:00 PST

Tasted the color zero.

Plastic structures : isolated petal.i had a dream last night that i was a judgershe stood above mered hair with horribly bleached streaksspiral curl perm circa 1994this was shortly after I dreamded th...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 01:20:00 PST

The things I L'earned.

00000000 LearnedI. the notion that it is all the same, waking life anddreaming life. the only difference is the consequences of reality. i should have probably known that by now?II. fevers. when your ...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 10:58:00 PST

Coming Home and Going to See the Wizard.

Why does every person need to be a fireman or astronaut? Why do we all have to be heroes?simple thing.when you knew God existedbecause it rained.xzxzso she tried to complicateand got lost in all the ...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 07:49:00 PST

Projection as protection... Dopamine injected emotions.

It is less about what we are, and more about what they are.You become nothing more than a character to new acquaintances. They have your life story created before you part your lips for a hello. My...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 07:10:00 PST

Choking on cotton. Drowning in snow.

Alone.Meet Micheal. Micheal ran away.Away from mothers oatmeal.away from second grade.Be a big boy Micheal.Be a big boy.they'll miss you soonhands buried in snow.bones buried in body.body buried in w...
Posted by Jillian Deus Ex Machina on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 11:51:00 PST