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The Lucci

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

About Me

I was conceived on Valentines Day in the year of the Cock and was born a Sicilian Scorpio in the 69th year of the last century. Though I have three sisters, I was raised as an only child as my sisters are much older. Growing up I was a typical 4 eyed nerdy AD&D playing, Con Geek, Hacker, Outcast with no hopes of ever having a girlfriend. But, with some help from Aleister Crowley, "Bob" Wilson and just the right mix of black magick and psychopharmaceuticals that's all changed. I married the Woman of my 14 year old dreams in February of 94. She is everything a nerdy teen could ask for, built, busty, bitchy, bisexual and brainy. She's the love of my life... Blaaaacch... Does anybody read this shit any more? I mean, what the fuck happened to MySpace. Everybody's profile is fucked up with blinking, flashing bullshit advertising some band, artist or viral video. You can't read half of them or find any of the links to send a message or check out their seventy thousand friends that they've never spoken to, except in the bulletins which are ads for their webcam, band or photo shoot, or more surveys and viral videos. In fact, it seems that no one can tell you anything about themselves without doing a survey in here. Ok, we get it, if you were a car, you'd be a Ferrari. Better yet, are the people who think they are so fucking special their profile is set to private. What the hell are you doing in here? That's like going to a party and hiding in the closet. Cancel your profile and keep in touch the old fashioned way, email. No one knows the difference between a message and a comment any more. Used to be, a comment was something about the person, like "this guy is awesome," or "you're the best," not "thanks for the add," that's a message. Then, everyone wants to add some stupid, blinking, heart shaped, flash, movie of a girls butt on a skate board that plays crappy 8 bit music over top of the shitty song the persons profile already started playing way too loud after you waited fifteen minutes for all the other flash movie comments to load. As far as I'm concerned, the only reason to be here, is to stay in contact with all my wonderful friends who are also suffering from this social disease we call MySpace. I love you all, may you never be healed....Was I saying something about myself up there? Sorry, I got distracted. Well it doesn't matter any more. All you need to know is that I used to own some fucked up night club and I'm writing a book about it. Everything else is superfluous bullshit.

My Interests

Whatever.

I'd like to meet:

Myself in the future, my forgotten memories and anyone who can tell me how to do this thing I'm doing.

Music:

I am an Audiophile. I love Music of all kinds. I love 70's Disco Funk and 60's Psychedelic like James Brown, The Bee Gees, Donna Summer, Dazz Band, Al Jarreau, George Clinton, but not Parliament, The Beatles, The Doors, Hendrix, Cream, Deep Purple, Jefferson Airplane, Floyd, Ten Years After, 10CC, Queen, Gordon Lightfoot, Jerry Rafferty, The Jackson Five and yes Michael. 80's Pop Rock, Punk, and 90’s Alternative like Yello, Beastie Boys, Berlin, Duran Duran, Kate Bush, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, The Blues Brothers, Nirvana, Prince, The Cure, Black Sabbath, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Weird Al, Hall and Oates, Herbie Hancock, Pat Benatar (my first crush), Roxy Music, Sade, Siouxsie, Erykah Badu, A Tribe Called Quest, and Massive Attack. I like 50's Rock and Roll, 40's Big Band, The Blues and 30's style Jazz like Thelonous Monk, Rosemary Clooney, Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Ray Charles, Charlie Feathers, Glenn Miller, Paul Pena, Dave Brubeck, Billie Holliday, Elvis, Betty Hutton, Tito Puente, Astrid Gilberto, Dick Dale, and The 5.6.7.8's. Best of all, Electronica, Progressive Trance, Dance, Jungle, Happy 2B Hardcore, Click Pop, Trip Hop, J-Pop, House, Gay House, Acid Jazz, Ambient, Tribal, Hi-NRG, Gothic Industrial, and Experimental, like The Supreme Beings of Leisure, Hybrid, Benny Benassi, Talvin Singh, 187, Miss Kitten and the Hacker, The Sour Apple Buddha, TVMA, Kee Chane Sheep and the Vibrating Bunnies, Faithless, Paul Oakenfold, Laser Death Ray Bargain Bin, Ayumi Hamasaki, Kylie Minogue, Mickey Finn and Aphrodite, Jean-Michelle Jarre, FischerSpooner, DJ Swivel, The Crystal Method, Conjure One, Chicane, Aphex Twin, 808 State, The Orb, Kraftwerk, Lords Of Acid, Megumi Hayashibara, Muslimgauze, New Order, Orbital, Primal Scream, Rabbit in the Moon, Sasha & John Digweed, Sven Vath, Timo Maas, Various Artists, yes Various, The Art of Noise, Tim love Lee, Delirium, Everything But The Girl, 1 Giant Leap, Har Mar Superstar, Ladytron, Royksopp, Squarepusher, Depeche Mode, Rev Co, NIN, Skinny Puppy, Coil, Dead Can Dance, Legendary Pink Dots, Tear Garden, Mu-Ziq, Karsh Kale, Omni Trio, Giorgio Moroder, (the father of Trance) and anything by my friends Abe and Oshine who goes by the name Osaga. I also like Classical, World Sound, and some Bollywood like Mozart, Ofra Haza, Ravi Shankar, Brahms, Bach, Beethoven, Paganini, Tchaikovsky, Anonymous 4, Haendel, Vivaldi, Ricky Skaggs, Soggy Bottom Boys, Huun Huur Tu, Tan Dun, Kitaro, Kodo, Fela Kuti, Baaba Maal, and Richard Cheese who stands alone. This list is not complete, not even close.

Movies:

Akira Kurosawa, Zatoichi, Shintaro Katsu, Hayao Miyazaki, and crap like that. I like Gong Li over Zhang Ziyi, but would rather have a Maggie Cheung any day. I like Irene Dunne over Gene Arther, but would rather have a Katherine Hepburn and if you put all six of them in a room I'd rather hang with Cary Grant. I love anything that isn't anything really, but only if it's actually something about someone actually doing something about something and Porno, Porno, Porno.

Television:

Television! Teacher, mother, secret lover. Urge to kill...fading...fading...fading -- rising! Fading... fading Come, everyone, Sit in the snow with me and let us all bask in television's warm glowing warming glow.

Books:

The usual freaky bullshit and science crap everyone else reads.

Heroes:

Christa and My Mom.

My Blog

The journey after all these years

Your Derma is like terra-firma, white like rolling snow. My fingers skate your figure eight, feeling as they go To find a red silk forest in your hair i tug and pull a bit, you moan, i stare And w...
Posted by The Lucci on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

OUR LADY OF THE STARS

A dream of liquid Transportation The fluid stream of destination Rota Star shipped revelation And shuttled to the moon. Migrating across western lines, My Goddess Rode my loco motion sixty nine ...
Posted by The Lucci on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

THE I AND MY VIS A VIS

Oh to dream that dream of I and my lady under a shady magnolia tree, the cool breeze, the sweet air, just watching the bees and spreading nuts out for the neighbors. And in that dream the grass ...
Posted by The Lucci on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

THE FEMININE BREAD OF OCCULT SCIENCE

LONG I WAS HANGING ON THAT LIVING TREE EATING MALKUTH BREAD WITH ROSEMARY AND A MOVING STILLNESS CAME RUSHING OVER ME AS THE CHAOS WAVES STOPPED IN EVERY SEA. THE SEA OF CHANGE AND REASON A...
Posted by The Lucci on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

CHORE

Oh, how I loath you dishes so filthy and unclean, how the stench of your rot rises from the steam. I despise you forks and spoons, you defiled cups and plates, To caress you...
Posted by The Lucci on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Three Non-Traditional Limbricks

A LOVE SUX DREAM Oh to thy Mammories, so shapely yet intangable From that first nip of suckling appearently undetectable To the flash of life liberating breath One moment abreast of death Thy m...
Posted by The Lucci on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

__---Pedro le Gato---__

When he ran that marathon blast, Pedro the cat was fast, fast, fast. three times that, ephin tricked out hare, that dankweed tortoise wouldnt even dare and if he got smokin even the flash ...
Posted by The Lucci on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST