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About Me

"A scared, irresponsible, obnoxious, perpetual child whose life-style constitutes a simplistic disloyalty." [DC]

I like branding my friends with forks. It's the body modification equivalent of a dog pissing up against a tree to mark its territory.
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My Interests

The delicate mechanics of self-destruction.

Music:

Interviewer: Where do you hear the songs?
Jack Terricloth: In the space between wake and passing out, the hiss down the left of the dial, the faces of the kids when we pull up to the show, in answering machine hang-up messages, in glasses colliding, transmissions whining, where the music doesn't belong â€” where it lives. Everywhere, it's all I hear.

Movies:

"You make every day feel like kindergarten."

"I hope you don't screw like you type."

Television:

"The word is half Greek and half Latin. No good will come of this device." [CPS]

Books:

Tom Spanbauer, Chuck Palahniuk, Daniel Handler, Noam Chomsky, Kalle Lasn, Naomi Klein, Neil Gaiman, Craig Clevenger, Douglas Adams, Dennis Cooper, Jhonen Vasquez, Dorothy Parker, Hunter S. Thompson, Roman Dirge, Hewlett/Martin, Frank Miller, Franz Kafka, Aldous Huxley, Oscar Wilde, JT Leroy, Douglas Coupland, Philip K. Dick, Mark Gatiss, Anais Nin, Dan Fante, John Fante, A.M. Homes, Evelyn Waugh, Jasper Fforde, Mounsi, Paul Neilan.

Heroes:

Anyone with little or no regard for public property.

Oh, and this lady. Well, dame.

My Blog

monkey string theory

Magic mushrooms, tiny pants, and another blow to the head. 70ml shots of motherfucking tequila. There's no such thing as a moral high-ground when you've bureaucratised whoredom. Time...
Posted by Emx on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 02:29:00 PST

too easy for mystique

The official "you're so easy you'd fuck a horse" challengeThe basicsStandard conquest - 1 pointThreesome - 5 pointsBand member/security/any groupie context - 5 pointsProfessional context, e.g. co-work...
Posted by Emx on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 11:59:00 PST

barbarians in the citadel

Toffee bonbons, geishas and a pub called Moderation. Farewell drinks and singing to Maggie. I'll tell the next pretty girl you chat up that I really am your girlfriend. Fine; I'll te...
Posted by Emx on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 01:38:00 PST

everything is a self-portrait

"Did you see that? He was absolutely wankered!""I don't get it; we only went out for a couple of hours, a few quiet drinks in the pub...""...and when we come back, James is lolling around on the...
Posted by Emx on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 03:22:00 PST

a whisky and a rye smile

"You know the worst thing about drinking 'til you can't remember the night before? You've got two options; either you pull, in which case you invariably wake up in the morning thinking "Oh, hell...
Posted by Emx on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 06:10:00 PST

C.R.A.F.T.

[Can't Remember A Fucking Thing]When she woke in the morning her fingers were numb with cold and her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth. She brought her eyes into focus and masks leered do...
Posted by Emx on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 01:53:00 PST

wake me up when September ends

Cramps, bruises, and not putting up much of a fight. Drinking cough medicine and climbing over cars. Torn down guttering, bin/car interfaces, and a love story that never was. Folk of...
Posted by Emx on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 07:20:00 PST

none of it means a damn thing

"There you go, boy; your cigarette lit for you by a classy girl. Well, not classy exactly, but....""I was gonna say, Em. I mean, I'd use lots of positive adjectives to describe you, but 'classy'...
Posted by Emx on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 09:16:00 PST

King to the motherfucking Blues

Chisels, wooden sheep and the Incredible Hulk. Getting your drunk face on, Em? Mistaken identities and persistent texts. Broken Wings and someone else's dirty work. Holes in th...
Posted by Emx on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 07:01:00 PST

thoughts have wings

Penny bushes, cheap cider and expensive drugs. An acid tattoo and her name on my leg forever. Tequila and lime, shaken by funfair rides. Did you come home last night? Cardboard...
Posted by Emx on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 12:59:00 PST