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About Me

Two emo kids kissing beneath a flickering street lamp, sodium yellow intermittent with the black, a nirvana unto itself a self-fulfilling profecy in the making by history, coincidence and human attribution, the symbolic ape.Two emo kids standing in the airport waiting for the lights to go out, the people to sublime the planes to turn to dust and the system to implode, emo phantasy and psychic reality. Two emo kids escape the terminal and stare out at the farthest reaches of the airport surrounded by grass, a contradiction unto itself, on the green rabbits masticate herbacious silicates wearing down enamel and from boredom mating and making new tasty rabbit friends protected by steel railings, blue and white signs and yellow and black tape, private aerospace rabbit property- rabbits and aviation technology combined by hisotry, coincidence and fear of the yellow and black tape. Two emo kids break all the rules, crash through the yellow and black tape and fuck on grass. He rips down her trousers. He turns her over. He breaks all the rules, as he fucks her from behind he licks her neck and shoulder while she moans and writhes snorting into the grass- biting down. Then they realise tree-quarters of the way through to the end- his cum, her sweat, the grass, the soil, his grunts, her moans, the yellow and the black tape they all taste like... radioactive.

My Interests

Languages, Sciences, Music, Food, Film, Lovely lovely people and keeping China British...

I'd like to meet:

Alix, Johnny, Wai-Gi, Alexej and Tahsin right now!

Music:

A spectrum of Indie, Rock and Emo, although i do like to splice it with (Italian) Ska and jazz

Movies:

Being John Malkovich, Amarcord, Igby Goes Down *strangely, Jacky Brown

Television:

Pah! Throw it out the window, rock and roll style...

Books:

Catch 22 *the english language used to its perfection, the hobbit *from when i was a kinder, Dante's Inferno *nice to know an area before you move in...

Heroes:

Chomsky, God... whatever...

My Blog

Eulogies and Birds

I am not taken with eulogies, I don't have the talent to write them and don't believe in them. Things don't die, they change and are reborn. Sometimes these phonenixes become ugly. Sometimes these pho...
Posted by Shanti on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 04:18:00 PST

from the other side of dead sea scrolls

With the purple and the gold the sash is lowered around the priests head by a boy while easter service is late to start and the old man hobbles and takes the floor and no one objects to his central r...
Posted by Shanti on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 11:58:00 PST

Fucking Yanks

"If you won't, I will, you stupid jerk" Fucking American girl got me going crazy, in and around she's alright but fucking demanding like, I watch her play with herself and i notice her inexperience ...
Posted by Shanti on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 04:40:00 PST

Racoons built my Wall of Sound

I'm reminded of a dream throbbing like a dead-leg prickling my mind and my eyes water at the thought of her. To remember is more painful to fabricate so I build my wall of sound, giga-hertz punching ...
Posted by Shanti on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 04:39:00 PST

Russian Delights

I spent wayyy to many hours at the airport and on planes and trains so i wrote some poems yo! Russian Delights She lets the vodka trickle, stained pink by her painted lips, the liquid slides deliciou...
Posted by Shanti on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 04:36:00 PST

my rant on cocaine

People should calm down about cocaine, because when you really think about it, cocaine has only one sideaffect... loss of money! Cocaine itself is actually not that bad a substance, it just happens to...
Posted by Shanti on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 04:34:00 PST

running from the americans

Right so you only realise you're a student when you live off a diet of warm pizza and cold beer at night and then cool pizza and warm beer in the morning. That is basically where i am not at... We mus...
Posted by Shanti on Wed, 07 Dec 2005 06:20:00 PST