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SubAstute

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

I'm watching MySpace for signs of life. My instruments are carefully trained on this profile, looking for faint signals. They could be in the form of a profile view, a bulletin, or something as utterly fascinating as a message or a comment. I will wait here day after day for as long as it takes, quietly editing my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4 .
Please visit my new blog, Voiducopia !

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Friends from my Friend Space, new friends, old friends rediscovered, Apples to Apples players, people from my hometown posing as celebrities, co-workers out of the closet, clergy posing as trannies, trannies posing as clergy, grannies sharing canning tips, mystical Wiccans with post-astrological facial twitches, misbehaving toddlers incessantly flipping light switches, 1200dpi images of ghosts believed to be Walt Whitman, confused newbies who think this is eBay, near Earth objects, worst-case-scenario addicts.
Familjen - "Dat Snurrar I Min Skalle"
Portishead - "Machine Gun"

"Ready By Eight", my 16mm student film from 1985!

My Blog

*The Blog Stops Here*

I think you'll agree that having three blogs is either vain, or redundant...or both. I always intended this MySpace profile to be nothing more than frivolous, but it has turned out to be a decent (th...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jun 2005 20:10:00 GMT

Sodium

Fickle, fickle, fickle Enthralling waxed eardrum Come and lace my world With sodium Tepid into battle Timorously triggered gun You blast me right through With sodium The sea's drying up T...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Mar 2005 06:38:00 GMT

The sound of manhood

On the way to work this morning I found my manhood waning as I received excessive enjoyment from the Sound of Music medley that was playing on NPR. Today is the 40th anniversary of its opening. I can'...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Mar 2005 09:32:00 GMT

Cooling My Jets

Actors become characters And lose touch with the truth Seek narcissistic surgery To alter fading youth Militants rend our flesh And exorcise belief Where culture itself is blasphemy No end to m...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Mar 2005 09:24:00 GMT

Black Box

Eye on me Keep your eye on me Or I might flee Or exercise my liberty I'm all alone Nobody else around Dark thoughts are shown In the data collection zone Every move, every twitch Muscle c...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Feb 2005 09:53:00 GMT

Mission of Enlightenment

We know what we want you to know We want you to feel the way we feel And see the view we know to be true We have gathered to share ideals To teach and guide before you stray Into the herd and b...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jan 2005 09:07:00 GMT

Existentialist Cheerleaders?

Fans of Kafka take note--though you are burdened by the weight of our useless existence, you have a good reason to chuckle! As I aimlessly surfed the Web one dreary day, I typed www.josephk.com into m...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Dec 2004 19:32:00 GMT

Poem for the bitter arrival of winter

The Cold I can't remember what I was thinking...the cold Outside numbs purposes to a blur, and people Seem to be more explicitly animal-- Stamping the snow, our visible patient breath Around ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Dec 2004 19:57:00 GMT

She might change the world (for Allison)

She's starting small But she'll hit the big time Crawling coast to coast Then jetting around the sun So much to learn So much to get to know If it's not written down She'll have to learn as s...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Dec 2004 13:26:00 GMT

Middle of the Atlantic

Sitting in the wreckage of this torporific night Waiting for a siren and the jaws of life Pull me from collapse put my wounds on ice I want out of this ditch but the wheel's stuck tight I drank ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Dec 2004 19:58:00 GMT