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steph

lets get out of this country

About Me

Amuse me amuse me, I live to be amused. Tell me a story and make me laugh. And then feed me dark chocolate with chai tea. Or let me chew on some dried mango strips. I love those tough bits that get stuck in your teeth and make you contort your face. I like sundays that start slow. Discovering new and obscure words like opine. The sun trickling in like honey. Funny lines in songs like 'and we make love like two black wizards'...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People who amuse me. People who wear hats. Anarchists that drink tea. Pretty boys in dresses. Hippies who work in investment banking. People with names I can't pronounce. Lovers of words. Writers of wisdom. Contradictory creatures. People who think too much...

Music:

Catpower, The Black Keys, I live for the Beatles, M Ward, Beirut, Elliot Smith, Portishead, Rolling Stones,Otis Redding, Lauryn Hill, Al Green, The Velvet Underground,Rufus Wainwright, Bowie, Leonard Cohen, Chad VanGaalen, Scout Niblett because we're all gonna die...

Movies:

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, you me & everyone we know, fight club, amelie, chungking express

Television:

Six Feet Under. Red dwarf always make me laugh.

Books:

Norwegian Wood by Murakami, Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut, The God of Small Things because the prose is beautiful, You're an Animal Viskovitz is hilarious, Raymond Carver and Charles Bukowski when it comes to poetry, a bit of Sylvia Plath if I'm in the mood. I love a good haiku. Calvin & Hobbes always.

My Blog

Nausea by S

I liked yesterday's sky so much, a narrow sky, dark with rain, pressing against the window panes like a ridiculous touching face. This sun isn't ridiculous, quite the contrary. On everything I love, o...
Posted by steph on Sun, 20 May 2007 08:25:00 PST

winter rain

The winter rain brings out the colours more vibrantly, the red tiles by the pool, the slick brown of the fallen leaves. Even you and me under this shallow fall look so clear I'm afraid our colour...
Posted by steph on Sun, 20 May 2007 08:08:00 PST

because he's my man- Leonard Cohen

I AM DYING- Leonard Cohen I am dying because you have not died for me and the world still loves you.   I write this because I know that your kisses are born blind on the songs that touch you. &...
Posted by steph on Sun, 06 May 2007 04:37:00 PST

you and me

The plants on my desk have new leaves, they are poking their little heads up as if standing in attention. Quietly unfurling, their leaves so soft in that tender shade of green, everyday they look a li...
Posted by steph on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:56:00 PST

the peace of sleep

There is something about sleep. It is as if our souls depart leaving our bodies behind to soften, slowly decompose and lose shape: the fur on our tongue, the sour taste of sleep in our mouth. Then whe...
Posted by steph on Sun, 06 May 2007 03:41:00 PST

The turning of season

I woke up to grey. Grey hovering over my bed, hanging in the window panes, creeping into my doorway. I'd forgotten what winter is like. Stuffy train rides, the smell of wet dog, the world from the win...
Posted by steph on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 02:09:00 PST