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Oliva

So close to heaven I can see gods sandals.

About Me

I don't know much about myself anymore, but I know a whole lot about you. You love to travel. You want to travel. You love art, coffee, new york city, and brooklyn. Your favorite musical acts are obscure and diverse with the exception of one token classic rock/folk act. You have no appreciation for professional sports or traditional hobbies. You don't understand common people that are content with working a job in society. You're against organized religion and right wing politics. You love animals, and at some point you were vegetarian or vegan. You don't work because you're "finding yourself here in the city", and your father pays your way. You go to parties and bars that you don't really like, but that's what is "underground". Your perceptions of life and art are straying farther from the truth every waking day. You are realizing that you may not be willing or able to make the sacrifices that one must make to be who you really want to be. The people that you once laughed at for being ordinary, are holding you up. You're weak and sad. This hurt is real. You're getting older and you're scared. I'd be scared too if I were you......................................................... .....................but I'm me.
I just wish I had something clever to say.

My Interests

Dunkin donuts coffee, offensive jokes, secret societies, MLB statistics, conspiracy theories, crime and the judicial system, booze, women, gambling, Les Pauls, the second world war, killer whales, butterfly knives, and making music.

I'd like to meet:

In no particular order - Other people who understand the meanings of loyalty and honesty, other old chevy owners, Don Mattingly, Nas, Ashrita Furman, Rob Halford, Sabu, Charles Manson, people who sign bands to one record contracts, and the other chubby Italian bass player known as Jon Oliva. Oh and mostly girls..

Music:

Are you confused ? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose? When me and you was homies, no one informed me it was all a scheme. You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams. How could you do me like that ? I took ya family in, I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again. And now you let tha fear put your ass in a place complicated to escape, it's a fools fate. Without your word your a shell of a man, I lost respect for you nigga, we can never be friends. I know i'm runnin' through your head now, what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now. Let tha world know nigga you a coward, you could never be live. Until you die, see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye.The type of nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me, when ya see me nigga ya better holla at me (holla at me) Gotta becareful, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me, so when ya see me nigga, you better holla at me..-2Pac

Movies:

"Well, I gotta tell you: I'd be very, very careful who you talk to about that, because the person who wrote that... is dangerous. And this button-down, Oxford-cloth psycho might just snap, and then stalk from office to office with an Armalite AR-10 carbine gas-powered semi-automatic weapon, pumping round after round into colleagues and co-workers. This might be someone you've known for years. Someone very, very close to you."
"There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing."
"When I was little, we found a man. He looked like - like, butchered. The old woman in the village crossed themselves... and whispered crazy things, strange things. "El Diablo cazador de hombres." Only in the hottest years this happens. And this year, it grows hot. We begin finding our men. We found them sometimes without their skins... and sometimes much, much worse. "El cazador trofeo de los hombres" means the demon who makes trophies of men."
"It's better to have a gun and not need it, then to need a gun and not have it.'
"But please, feel free, explore. We have eternity to know your flesh."
"Bad news. Your little car's gonna drown. And you're gonna die, wearing that stupid hat. How does it feel? "

Television:

Yankees

Books:

Orca - The Whale Called Killer , The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich , How The Bad Guys Won

Heroes:

Donnie Baseball, Ashrita Furman, Randy Rhoads, Phil Schneider, Betty Oliva

My Blog

Flight 705 to Fresno and the Holiday Inn

Ok, so here goes. One of the more hilariously embarrassing moments of my life happened the other morning. I'll start with the night before. I had a few cocktails on Bell Blvd. (boring drunk white girl...
Posted by Oliva on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 02:50:00 PST