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SWEEP THE LEG JEFFREY

none-too-smart to buy books.

About Me

LIFE HAS BEEN PRETTY RADICAL EVER SINCE MY FATHER ODIN SENT ME TO MIDGAARD TO LEARN THE WAYS OF MORTAL MAN.
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My Interests

sitting in my room and playing my guitar which is usually in some kind of jackass tuning, reading a book and isolating myself from other people, making really good espresso drinks, generally being pretty awesome and quick-witted, practicing my grumbling and under-the-breath razor sharp knives of caustic humor, sideways glances, satisfying cigarettes, scratches and burns on my hands that make me look tough, ignoring the future, distorted guitar, flannel, dungeons and dragons, revolutionary thought, books about how society disconnects a man from his soul, sitting in my car.

I'd like to meet:

I guess I'm mostly interested in meeting outcasts, misfits, the socially awkward, punk rockers, drinkers, sweaterpeople, daydreamers, sleepdreamers, non-sleepers, speakers, spitters, sputterers, stutterers, smellykids, the tender, the sensitive, poets, writers, active people, radical dudes, revolutionaries, asian girls who will quote jawbreaker to me, any girl who will quote jawbreaker to me, members of jawbreaker, liz freeman, rock and rollers, knife fighters, time travellers, horny rage-filled youth, loving mother gaia, father sol, his happy fools, his clowns, candymakers, bike riders, residents of the dimension that exists just beyond every mirror, throat slitters, authors of books, scratchers, scrapers, video game characters, comic book nerds, hung-over emo kids, people on the verge of breaking their edge, human beings made entirely out of scrap iron, magicians, wizards, sorcerors, warlocks, witches, ghosts, werewolves, elves, eagles, bulls, rams, executioners, angry gas station attendants, longhairs, girls who sell flowers, flowers, sunbeams, people who can ride moonbeams, moonbeams, punchers, lovers, the compassionate, the balding, other people who have limps, drum machine programmers, merchants of noise, history buffs, directors of foreign films, a steady fuck (oh steady, steady where are you?), f. scott fitzgerald, the bearded, people who stare at walls, pounding surf, sunsets, clouds, a girl I can play like a guitar (fingering interesting chords on the fretboard of her flesh), couriers, human metaphors, readers, lovers of the arcane, people who don't fucking pussy around with being a human.
Who I'd prefer to avoid: businesspeople, writers of advertisements, phonies, squares, poseurs, scene-destroyers, members of annoying crowds who ruin drinking with your friends, people who take their lives seriously, people who take their jobs seriously, pencil pushers, insurance claim adjusters, republicans, the backwards, the religious, level zero commoners, attenders of college, non-punk rockers (I'll decide what punk rock is, thank you very much), the popular, the in crowd, the boring, being boring is a sin, whores, people who would sell our values down the river, chuck palahuniuk fans, people who care far too much about their clothing, the uptight, the socially confident, men who treat women like objects, people who drink at the beauty bar, people who shut off their inner monologue, members of the establishment, perpetuators of the orthodoxy, tyrants, fascists, killers, people without souls, the self-obsessed, the vain, non-talkers, non-dreamers, the hegemon, bland indie rockers, scenesters, dudes who get trendy haircuts, assholes and dickheads and people who say stupid things.

Music:

i have a picture of you and me in brooklyn.

Movies:

movies featuring a young jack nicholson, samurai, or are set in a post-apocalyptic future are my favorite kind.

Television:

my name is earl, documentaries.

Books:

i hate books

Heroes:

toshiro mifune, arto lindsay, mossadegh, sargon the great.

My Blog

i see the wires beneath his skin.

-=-My name:Who is the love of my life:Where did we meet:Take a stab at my middle name:How long have you known me:When is the last time that we saw each other:Do I smoke:Do I drink:What was your first ...
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 07:48:00 PST

FORCED ARTISTIC STATEMENTS.

GOD I HATE YOU.     ART IS NOT FASHION.
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS.

Dream number one: The house I was living in was built over a place where thousands of Vikings died. So every once in a while, the Vikings would come back, in spirit form. They were ethereal, transluce...
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

LEGS, DON'T FAIL ME NOW.

I'm at the Sandburgs' house, with Lucia, Olga, and Stephen Sandburg. Mostly just Stephen because Lucia is inside the house, in the guest room, getting on the make with Olga who is, apparently his girl...
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

THE LAST BRICK.

The Last Brick C. 2005, Jeff Williams. The motel room was dark and the drapes werent closedthe night made everything look silver and blue. Emily was asleep and naked, her arm draped across K...
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I STOLE THIS "FILL OUT AND VALIDATE ME" SHIT FROM A GIRL.

fill this out, pretty please. [ ] hang out with me? [ ] go see a movie with me? [ ] make a move on me during that movie? [ ] hug me? [ ] hug me a lot? [ ] kiss me? [ ] dance with me? [...
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

le rouge et le noir

Suspecting that a rival is love is horrible enough, but having the details of that love confessed to you, in detail, by the woman you adore is, surely, the worst of all miseries.
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

RAGNAROK WAS PRECEDED BY A WINTER THAT LASTED THREE YEARS

So Yasser Arafat died. This marks the end of an era and the beginning of one that will probably spell our doom in some kind of Ragnarok-ish fire death. Speaking of Ragnarok, ISIS is tomorrow. And who ...
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Totally breaking things.

So I just bought my tickets to Sonic Youth. Ticketmaster tacked on an eight dollar and thirty-five cent surcharge (???!!!) I need a ride. Maybe I'll meet some girls there!
Posted by TAR BABY HATES ITSELF. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST