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Alfy

alfonzi from happy days and the playboy sneaker

About Me

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” Home | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | Classifieds

My Interests

When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs, I am compelled to admit That man is the superior animal.When I consider the curious habits of man, I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.-Ezra Pound

I'd like to meet:

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

Music:

currently playing:- Houses of the holy - Blood On The Tracks - Kanye West - Sublime

Movies:

Meeting people is easy, fight club, requiem for a dream, TLOTR, 50 first dates, the dangerous lives of altar boys, the butterfly effect, pink floyd the wall, pink floyd: live at pompeii, Naked Lunch, 24 hour party people, Batman returns, the beatles its been a hard days night

Television:

i don't watch tv really.

Books:

Salinger, Huxley, Orwell, Kerouac, Ginsberg, Burroughs, Kessey, Rushdie, Sedaris, Bukowski, Brautigan, Steinbeck, Roth, Garcia Marquez

My Blog

god damn, so many poems.

The heavy set man at his yellowish pudding in wallops, he dazed solemnly and the whisk of bee's In his right hand he placed his beard he diddled for a moment, then; mouth agape, like a slow brooding ...
Posted by Alfy on Sat, 26 Nov 2005 12:59:00 PST

even more fucking poems..

Casting my shadow Waiting for that long Sunday Permeated by the early fall rains I will stand on the banks of the sad earth Casting my long shadow Throwing it back over my shoulder And out into Indus...
Posted by Alfy on Sat, 26 Nov 2005 12:57:00 PST

more poems for your reading pleasure..

I am a man with no country, I am the fifty first state. --- The after solitudes of Monday evening Awoken by the buzzing of my fan I lean over towards my turntable I doubt it has dreamed as I have It...
Posted by Alfy on Sat, 26 Nov 2005 12:57:00 PST

I write poems, i like them, maybe you will too..

you lay gnawed by lifealmost as if someone had jammed a spoon in your mouth   and forced you to swallow a giant gulp ofsome loveless mess,    of something obscene --- how sad you w...
Posted by Alfy on Sat, 26 Nov 2005 12:55:00 PST

Bikini Beach

He walked in his old swimming shorts, which appeared as if theyd seen many homeless battles. Bending over towards the ground his eyes searched the grass until they came upon an unlit cigarette, whic...
Posted by Alfy on Wed, 05 Oct 2005 02:51:00 PST