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Bokb ™

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

Sometimes I smile so hard my face hurts. Sometimes I cry so much my cheeks turn pruny and my tear-ducts bleed. I swallowed my brain in the third grade. I have a profile on MySpace. It is good. Sometimes I think I'm a manatee with a speech impediment. Some girls think I'm cute. Some boys think I'm cute too. My mom says I'm a real catch. Billy won't stop poking me! One time I went to the beach and my kneecaps exploded. I have a dog and a cat and a grasshopper. I have a grapefruit too that I named Murphy. I like to put comic books in my pants and lick televisions. Plasma screens taste better than the other kinds. I don't have a life. I like pickles and rocks mixed with dead bugs and LOTS AND LOTS OF SALIVA!!! I soak my toes in containers of raw hamburger meat. It makes me dizzy and horny and kinda sleepy. .

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,who passed through universities with radiant eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after nightwith dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping towards poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

My Interests

Stuff I Enjoy & Stuff I Enjoy Doing:: Music, naps, shiny things, home brewing, siestas, poetry, paper and plastic, films, eating, chillin', pretty rocks, snoozing, staring off into space, sleeping, mangling the Spanish language, fuzzy things, gardening, the number thirty-two, babbling incoherantly, the sound of air-cooled motors, resting, taking things too far, fake meat, giggling uncontrollably, ))(( , hiking, breathing, smiling on cloudy days, camping, kind beers, napping, the color green, trying to play guitar and sing at the same time, VW's, wandering aimlessly, sacred geometry, drinking beer, dozing, coughing, debating things I have no clue about

I'd like to meet:

People who are cool, people who make me feel cool, puppies, cuddly bunnies, one normal person

Music:

GRATEFUL DEAD jambands, old school punk, classic rock, alt-country, cartoon soundtracks, reggae, jazz, techno, radio static, the Gourds, Pink Floyd, Frank Zappa, the Clash, Robyn Hitchcock, Dungen, the Who, Grizzly Bear, the Beatles, All Night Radio, Bob Marley, Bjork, Krishna Das, Psychedelic Furs, Miles Davis, Circle Jerks, the Band, Aphex Twin, Blind Melon, Union Station, Super Furry Animals, Mud Brothers, Rush, XTC, Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, Gomez, Elvis Costello, Traffic, King Sunny Ade, the Church, Janis Joplin, Sonic Youth, Rolling Stones, Sound Tribe Sector 9, Ween, Jayhawks, the Descendants, R.E.M., Nickle Creek, Ozric Tentacles, John Coltrane, Green Day, Tom Petty, the Faces, Pere Ubu, Drive-By Truckers, David Bowie, Legendary Pink Dots, Velvet Underground, birds singing & children laughing... ^^ What tour is that? ^^

Movies:

Festival Express, Almost Famous, Secretary, Lord of the Rings-all three of 'em, Finding Nemo, FrankenHooker, Short Cuts, Breakfast on Pluto, Magnolia, Me You and Everyone We Know, Fear & Loathing, Transamerica, Six-String Samurai, Big Fish, Amelie, Harold & Maude, Old Boy, For Your Height Only, Waking Ned Devine, Dazed & Confused, Tideland, Being There, Spider Baby good films, cult films, indie films, really bad horror movies, chick-flicks, psychotronic, socio-political documentaries, movies about food, movies about music, movies about movies

Books:

Non-fiction, poetry, philosophy, fantasy, large books, the U-Book, paperbacks, subversive magazines, that one about that guy with the hair...... fave authors are T.S. Eliot, Faulkner, James Joyce, Rumi, Rilke, Vonnegut, Pynchon, all of the Beat writers, not a lot of contemporary stuff 1922-2007 Currently Reading::: Autobiography of a Yogi; some stuff about 4th dimensional meditation; the Invisibles. and a bunch of old Relix magazines

Heroes:

His Grace the Dalai Lama, Sydney Bristow, Kim, Joseph Campbell, Jesus, all mothers, Joe'tse, Buddha, YOU , Brogan the Dog, Mike Rangel, Johnny Paints the Town, McCloud Large, Phil Lesh, David Robbins, anyone who smiles at me...Only do things that feel good.....Do only things that feel good..... Feel only things that do good.....Do things only feel that good?....Good things that feel only do.....Feel good, only do that thing.....Only good things that feel do.....Things that feel only do good.....Do good: only feel that thing.....Feel that things only do good.....Things that only feel good, do.....Feel good that only things do.....Do things that only feel good.....Only do that feel good thing!!!...

My Blog

God & Pizza

Oh yeah, been awhile, been awhile, I know....  there are too many interesting people around the house, entertaining me, distracting me.  And when motivation to write comes about, yep, the 'p...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 05:49:00 PST

Touch of Grey

Yeah, so, the mansion, so ever-evolving with such constant and consisitant turnover, grows like moss or mold or fungus, but not as gross as that sounds; more to express the speed and chaotic elements ...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 05:42:00 PST

Sunlight Shatters Dawn with Answers

and when the dust settles and the smoke clears, revealed are piles of empty beers, likker bottles coffee and palm, photography and paintings strewn about scattered, discarded tatters of laughter linge...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 04:07:00 PST

On My Toes

Fortunately, some foreknowledge had been acquired, otherwise confusion would reign over the imposed displacement, however temporary, still lengthy and inconvenient with gaudy furniture and fantasies o...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 09:26:00 PST

Cats Under the Stars

Bob is referring to himself in the third-person because he is bored and broke.He just got a dollar raise as a dough-slinging pie-monkey.  Now he makes as much as he thought he'd been making all a...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 06:04:00 PST

Hope, cope & dope

Randomrandomrandom........  the mansion is open for business once again!!  Heat exists courtesy of the kind ladies who just moved in.  Warmth is good.  'Course, my little "bedroom"...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 11:41:00 PST

ther Fro k ager Tra ll ager

..................internet usage..................      & nbsp;         & nbsp;      ............spora...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 02:40:00 PST

Out in the Cold Rain and Snow

The chilly winds do blow......We are in the midst of the slow time of the year for restaurants, and THC gots no space for me (yet, I hope), and really can't get in contact with me anyway because my ce...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 12:12:00 PST

This Darkness Got to Give

Asheville you idiot cunt!!! What have you let yourself become?!! Perhaps you've mistaken open arms for open legs; no longer embracing, you let yourself get fucked in every way imaginable!  Fuckin...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 03:00:00 PST

The Strings That Bind

And so released from bondage of vacuum leash to wander unfettered with slight wobble and little hobble and ever-increasing strength towards the mecca of multi-hued cotton fibers, oil and water for dee...
Posted by Bokb ™ on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 10:33:00 PST