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Andrew

About Me

Crazy,Toys in the attic, Crazy, truly gone fishing. Please do not take all my marbles away. "You little shit your in it now. I hope they lock you up and throw away the key, or better yet give it to me." No I had to go my own way

My Interests

My interests change from week to week. I guess for the past couple of months, and write now(get it?).....I always write, something. Sleeping a lot. Daydreaming and walking. This is a little to hard and personal. I don't mean hard/personal in the 20 minutes of "me time". I am not sure how I mean it. So fuck off.

Music:

80's Underground,New Wave,Dark Wave, Industrial(older),Classical(Baroque, and true classical, Mozart, and I love Bach,Luwig van.pachelbel,chopin),Blues(20-30's), some modern indie/Kroq(k)pop stuff. 60's and 70's(Pink Floyd(Love every song by them, perfect), The Stones, Velvet Underground, Bob Dylan).

Movies:

I love movies. Beyond that fact, I also make my living making them as of last September. Funny the more I understand the process of making a movie the more I both lose and gain. I lose the ability to fall into the movie, to lose myself. On the other hand I gain a new insight in the artistic process of making a charater, scene, movie. I think if it was not for the creative aspect( and ease of large amounts of money). I probably wouldn't do it. It is to large of a lose of something I enjoy and love.

Television:

I think I am suppose to say" I don't watch Television and that I am much to cool for TV, I have better things to do"(please say it with a fake French accent)".The truth is I love TV, its that simple...History Channel, Simpons, Soprano's, there are many others. It was my baby sitter when I was a child, my teacher when I was a teen, My lover(cinemax after night) in my late teens, early twenties. I owe it so much, and it asks for so little.

Books:

Who reads anymore? Jack Kerouac, Dylan Thomas, Sylvia Plath, William Burrows, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Kahlil Gibran, Faulkner, Nikolai Gogol(over and over), Dostoevsky, Aldous Huxley, Steven King, Kafka, Poe(Same Birthday), Nietzsche & Machiavelli(The little German boy in me), Keats, Yeats. Shelly & Byron(to stop me from goose-stepping and start me dreaming of more important things.), Hemmingway....Why list the books? It would be like listing a song without naming the band. Want a good album ask, want a good book ask....I also read lots of non-fiction. I love History, all history, but mainly western European from 1915 to 1949(1919-1945). Jazz Age, Gangster Age(Prohibition), And World War II(My History degree specilizes in World War 2). If you promise not to tell... some of the things I write are stolen in part from one of the above Authors(Who in part stole from one of the others)

Heroes:

Who has time for Hero's anymore?

My Blog

Thier gonna get ya

I am having such trouble keeping track of so many complecated lies..Do as thou will for I am done with thee...What sayest thou? some comfort word? To shy away the shame which I giveith remedy...Bang!
Posted by Andrew on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Japashion

I just got through talking to a "friend". She just got back from a Photo shot in Japan, and was absoulyly inthrauled with the Harashuka(I hope I spelled it correctly) fashion scene. She said its a sha...
Posted by Andrew on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Shake,Roll,Rock

Shimmy shimmy shake, Oh! the times are great!                           &nb...
Posted by Andrew on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Third sunday in June..... ever for me?

  Tick tock tick tock...Walk  Running round the streets..Fucking creeps Lock stock clock..The tick of the tock For the clots...The viens rip....stops Hey pops...Fathers Day..Drops....
Posted by Andrew on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

First Last and Always..?Never

< How do I fuck(Love) thee? Let me count the ways.On my bed in your head on the couch and on the floor. When I lie to you some more. With me on top or when we fight When I am wrong and you are ri...
Posted by Andrew on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Sometime someday

A Palette of newness buckles underneath. Branches A resting place Hallowed by repetition Lonely figures cry and the water baby signs his song Gurgle, gurgle, choke Pushing past My blood stream...
Posted by Andrew on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST