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first velcro & then the world

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

About Me

CONDEMNED CONDEMNED CONDEMNEDNO LONGER IN USEI am in california. A small box of hours ago I could have explained the reasons for this. Now as the sunlight and the grass leap hurriedly into the past I cannot seem to uncork any explanation for this business of wine-making, it is trapped firmly inside. The shirt I'm wearing right now is orange and my underwear are green with polar bears. I never seem to be asleep. No matter what I do I am always either crawling out of a bed or else finding some good excuse not to get into one. I used to be good at alot of things but I broke them all for kindling. When it is very dark in this breadbox I sometimes think that lionel (HI LIONEL!) is my only real friend and that the rest of you are fucking meat testtubes. Other times I wonder how I could think such awful things and then... I meet yet another close-minded cynical member of my generation. I do not question why so many flock to things like original sin or find so much comfort in writing off humanities shorcomings to ignorance, uncontrolled desire nature and monkey mind.Ah yes lionel is certainly a good panda, he was ultimately responsible for me wandering in here (although there are other miscreant lurking about whom may have had something to do with it). He and I took many hikes into the rocky mountains behind my ex-home. He has helped me start playing the guitar and I have been trying to help him learn about poetry. I really do miss those mountains alot. I really like writing long strange things, especially if I can e-mail them to someone afterwards. I have blue velcro shoes. I prefer llamas to horses and buried treasure to swingsets. Swingsets to seahorses and seahorses to ham sandwiches.I believe that the world and its populous are undergoing drastic changes and that the unbearable darkness and malaise that many suffer from is a part of that. Meanwhile the potentials of our lives are growing at such an unprecedented rate that soon someone may actually realize that they can be themselves and it will not only be fashionable, but profitable and fun. Suddenly people will start being themselves without paying any mind to biggest monkey politics, jargon, dogma, trend, religious zealotry and petty things like death, poverty, being cool, clever or enslaved. Plus I think men are going to be the new chicks. We'll all just lie around naked on pleasure ranches and wait for women who want to support us, in exchange for, well whatever it is you women actually fucking want.CONDEMNED CONDEMNED CONDEMNED CONDEMNED

My Interests

Writing, mostly poetry. Reading, mostly poetry. Hiking, if only I had mountains. Coffee. Not Sleeping. The inteternet as a concept, maybe as a hobby. Guitars. Chair sculpture. People who can ties knots in things with their tongues or get out of bras surreptitiously. Girls who are into philosophy or poetry. Short girls with brown hair and/or olive skin. Utah. Cartwheels. Organic gardening, communal and alternative living. Genetic Engineering. Frosted blueberry pop-tarts. Caligula, Vespasian, Heliogabalus, Nero and Shaka Zulu. Art that moves. Women who dance. Pets on treadmills. Veiled threats. Guys who design 'places for friends' in hopes of meeting more women. Trebuchet. Anything orange. Skunks. Soprano and Tenor Saxaphones. I'm afraid I could go on forever...

I'd like to meet:

A woman whose voice is a mandolin, whose moods are like New York winter tides, whose eyes and fingernails come in matching surf and overcast sky. I want her skin to feel like craters in the morning and like sand at night. She must pass through me like light, one moment a particle of me and the next waving me goodbye. She must pass me like the moon promising to drag me behind her again tomorrow night. That means not you.Humans in general: I always like to talk to artists, vagrants (although most of you admittedly have little computer acces) and assorted crazies. Anyone who can trace their lineage back to Confucius or to Archduke Franz Ferdinand. Anyone who writes or tries. Anyone who can explain why green is the most sublime of all jello flavors.

Music:

ten million monkeys rockin' on guitars.

Movies:

Secret of N.I.M.H. Anything with Humphrey Bogart, parker posey and steve buscemi. Yes all three of them in one film. I guess katherine hepburn and Ethan Hawke (my one true love) deserve mention as well.

Television:

Could you please fuck this puncture wound please? I think it may be healing.

Books:

Reading: Debord, Brunner, Salinger, Dean Young, Vonnegut, "Sources"

Heroes:

The man behind the pet-rock, Bragi Boddanson and writing profiles while delirious from lack of sleep.

My Blog

The internet makes insomnia suck

Stitch I'm stitching you closed with all these peaches left inside. I'm grinding limestone, mixing it with an egg and painting my isthmus down your stomach with an oil-lamp itch in my eyes....
Posted by first velcro & then the world on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

poughkipsee through the trees

Somehow it seems like it always five in the morning, try as might (which I admit I'm probably not doing right) Sleep does not seem to bless me with an easy entrance into dreams. Perhaps thats why when...
Posted by first velcro & then the world on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Wiki Wiki Tabernacle

I drove around sacramento for an hour so after running some errands today. While I was doing it I realized that I traveled further in that hour than many Americans traveled in their lives just one cen...
Posted by first velcro & then the world on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Senor, can you help me? I think I may be lost.

The desert slithers its gritty belly under water voices know what's best for your overcrowded prophecies admit no evil remedies fill the shelves and steps into the fold. Religion lines up paris...
Posted by first velcro & then the world on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST