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Erin

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About Me

Empty as a pocket. And bitter.

My Interests

Camels, llamas, funk. Endorphins. Pheromones. Plugging in to the groove socket. Wiping snots with rocks. Celestial bodies. Aphrodisiacal mangoes. Fog.

I'd like to meet:

My social skills are rather poor.

Music:

Ranch jams and ragas.More specifically, Yes, Rush, Miles Davis, Traffic, Thelonious Monk, Bela Fleck (and the Flecktones), Bjork, Charles Mingus, King Crimson, David Bowie, Incubus, Jeff Beck, Ravi Shankar, Frank Zappa, John McLaughlin, John Coltrane, The Who, The Moody Blues, Moe, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Phish, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Jethro Tull, Shakti, Dizzy Gillespie, Nick Drake, Return to Forever, Nina Simone, Pink Floyd, Medeski Martin & Wood, Primus, Les Claypool, Radiohead, Chicago, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Tool, Mr. Bungle, Sly & the Family Stone, Donovan, Velvet Underground, Weather Report, Victor Wooten, Focus, Charlie Parker, Duke Ellington, Emerson Lake and Palmer, Cream, Paul Simon, Simon & Garfunkel, Chick Corea, Horace Silver, Blood Sweat and Tears, Steely Dan, Stevie Wonder, James Brown, Bob Dylan, Stanley Clarke

Movies:

Forest Gump, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Mulholland Drive, Blue Velvet, A Clockwork Orange, Jesus' Son, Easy Rider, Taxi Driver, Natural Born Killers, Heathers, Annie Hall, Manhattan, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, American Beauty, Edward Scissorhands, Better Off Dead, The Graduate, Pulp Fiction, Amelie, Eraserhead, Blow, The Deer Hunter, Fando y Lis, 8 1/2, Juliet of the Spirits, Dead Man, Wild Strawberries

Television:

Late Night with Conan O'Brien, The Simpsons, Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Family Guy, Adult Swim, Strangers with Candy, Mr. Bean, Monty Python's Flying Circus, Ren and Stimpy, Futurama, Cosmos, BET Jazz!

Books:

Hunter S. Thompson, T.S. Eliot, Kurt Vonnegut, Tom Wolfe, James Joyce, William Blake, e.e. cummings, Ernest Hemingway, Charles Bukowski, Sylvia Plath, John Keats, Aldous Huxley, Allen Ginsberg, Tom Robbins, Richard Brautigan, Rudyard Kipling, William Butler Yeats, Mark Twainduhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Heroes:

David Lynch.

My Blog

as it comes, there it went

I knew I was about to lose it when I felt my feet melting into the ground. Like a sudden collapse. Rust, charred wood, and regrowth. Vines intertwined with likened minds and constricting flow.So ...
Posted by Erin on Sun, 20 Aug 2006 06:30:00 PST

Time present and time past.

The other souls are asleep, so I am left to stir this stew by myself. Withstand the night if you can because there are many things left unsaid and everything else is said too much until your insides a...
Posted by Erin on Thu, 04 May 2006 05:14:00 PST

Shifts.

Of course my face is coming off at youbouncing 'round on a rickshawon a dirt road in a dry heatjerking your body to make your head turn.It's a discontent wondermentmade to make you shut eye and toss a...
Posted by Erin on Thu, 04 May 2006 05:05:00 PST

Eagle Pyre

Psychosomatic radiation is about as close to my heart as winning the lottery in Knoxville is. One could not imagine the amount of harm garbage pail attire has caused the myopic nomads of the region. I...
Posted by Erin on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 04:53:00 PST