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sarahtonin

...like the nuclear bomb...

About Me

"do not ask me who i am, and do not ask me to remain the same." i think derrida said that, but i could be wrong. one of these days i'm going to have a commune and make people come and live with me and we'll walk around naked all the bloody time. i wish i could speak russian. i am an open-minded atheist. i write crappy poetry. i'm a vegetarian. i hate capital letters. and when i die i want all my friends to snort a line of my ashes. right on, stiv.IF YOU WANT TO ADD ME please message me first. i'm starting to have no idea who half my "friends" are.and NO i'm not a heroin addict. i just like the picture. so fuck off, ya doss cunts.I fucking edited my fucking profile with Thomas' Fucking Myspace Editor V4.4

My Interests

public declarations of love.freeganism, anarchism, anti-consumerism, alternative beauty, decay, abandoned houses, graffiti, art in general. clove cigarettes, communism, feminism, vegetarianism. pirates. gypsies. hitchhiking. nudity in general. squatting. busking. hmmm??? hugs and kisses on the mouth.

I'd like to meet:

just about everyone i'd like to meet is dead.

Music:

django reinhardt, iggy pop/the stooges, the dead boys, geza x/the mommymen/the deadbeats, the eyes, the bags, the randoms, the alleycats, the weirdos, the lurkers, x, johnny thunders/the new york dolls, the buzzcocks, television, rhino 39, x-ray spex, richard hell and the voidoids, the stranglers, neil young, patti smith, crass, alternative t.v., the slits, the avengers, the dead kennedys, radiohead, lou reed/the velvet underground, the germs, the sex pistols, flogging molly, bob dylan, paul roessler/the screamers, the beatles, mozart, beethoven, nirvana, the adverts, the undertones, the modern lovers, siouxsie and the banshees, eddie and the hot rods, wire, woody guthrie, dave von ronk, the doors, the heartbreakers, the jam, the damned, sham 69, the cramps, black randy and the metrosquad, david bowie. bright eyes.

Movies:

trainspotting. velvet goldmine. a clockwork orange. the decline of western civilization. breathless. dangerous liasons. snatch. doctor strangelove. any revolutionary films, anything with humphrey bogart or greta garbo. yes, yes, fight club and lost in translation. most french films, really. bladerunner. just about everything hitchcock ever made. old horror movies,les yeux sans visage, silent films. weird foreign films. i don't much care for modern films...every once in a while one will strike me.

Television:

no thanks.

Books:

OVER ALL: poetry: kerouac, bukowski, ginsberg, t.s. eliot, sylvia plath, roethke, shakespeare, e.e. cummings, dante, wallace stevens, louis carrol, catullus, anne sexton, rimbaud, john ashbery. read "girls on the run" pow! prose: irvine welsh, kinky friedman, louis carrol, dickens, sartre, de beauvoir, nabokov, kerouac, tom robbins. and of course all the punk histories, "lexicon devil", "we got the neutron bomb", "please kill me", "england's dreaming", among others. OH. almost forgot: "sophie's world". mmmmmmm....... CURRENTLY: ulysses by james joyce

Heroes:

anyone with an ounce of sincerity.

My Blog

fifty seven

thursday may third two thousand seven   april screamed into view like a broken jack-in-the-box that year and we were livid or vivid, take your pick, it was all downhill from there, all a good...
Posted by sarahtonin on Fri, 04 May 2007 06:28:00 PST

fifty six

monday april sixteenth two thousand seven       they must have lik-ed us because we were living on stolen time (i'm going back-wards, note) hot-house flowers caught in a hurr...
Posted by sarahtonin on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 07:45:00 PST

fifty five

monday march fifth two thousand seven   stuck in delirium with only an umbrella to CLING to (cling to me please, i am not myself) there's too much oxygen in here  said the...
Posted by sarahtonin on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 07:34:00 PST

fifty four

monday february twenty sixth two thousand seven cigarettes cling to my insteps like the chemical to the tiles, all sparks across tumbleweed, we stayed dry and full up on vanillin, perspiring halos. ...
Posted by sarahtonin on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 05:42:00 PST

fifty three

wednesday january seventeenth two thousand seven       quickly, so that none of it  seeps   out. that's better, i can       breathe now, zl...
Posted by sarahtonin on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 11:51:00 PST

fifty two

thursday december seventh two thousand six        above the tren-ches, the line men SING with    thorn-y lungs. post-prandial   rituals    ...
Posted by sarahtonin on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 03:01:00 PST

fifty one

wednesday november fifteenth two thousand six         back to c hain----smoking lechery backs  against the wall we d on't know who left us here, but we're  sure not goin...
Posted by sarahtonin on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 03:51:00 PST

fifty

tuesday november seventh two thousand six     dirt y feet guita rs and  op en windows jaywalking mutter        -ing  shot out of the barrel and...
Posted by sarahtonin on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 08:41:00 PST

fourty nine

sunday november fifth two thousand six       s u n             shini ng thro ugh paper and on b ro      ...
Posted by sarahtonin on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 05:00:00 PST

fourty eight

wednesday october twenty fifth two thousand six          so we'll dig! he cried to china and        back! oh, no i said, a &nb...
Posted by sarahtonin on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 10:24:00 PST