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ðr. loon

I am here for Friends

About Me

..Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.” Alan WattsThe only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everthing at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars" - Jack Kerouac

My Interests

............................................................ ...................The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side........................................................ ..... I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me. H.S.T....................................................... ................................................"Joan of Arc had style. Jesus had style." Charles BukowskiGod Lives Under Water God Lives Under Water God Lives Under Water God Lives Under Water ..Albert Markovski: No, I'm not. I'm talking about not covering every square inch with houses and strip malls until you can't remember what happens when you stand in a meadow at dusk. Bret: What happens in the meadow at dusk? Albert Markovski: Everything! Mrs. Hooten: Nothing! Albert Markovski: Everything. Mrs. Hooten: Nothing! Albert Markovski: Everything! Mrs. Hooten: Nothing! Albert Markovski: It's beautiful. Tommy Corn: It's beautiful..

I'd like to meet:

friendship is a valuable thing,,. . . trust is priceless,. ,. ,. ,. ,. ..."... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over."- hunter s. thompson -

Music:

Spanish Guitars & Elliot Smith

Movies:

City Of God

Television:

this art channel that plays the weirdest, vintage animation in the morning to some vaudville jabber just before sun-up.

Books:


Heroes:

bruce lee

My Blog

moon drops

catastrophic tendacies, feeble minded & notionless,loathing the soulim blind-side-winding straight for the middle door.imagination turns to telepathyinfatuation eventually doomsstatic melts cool y...
Posted by ðr. loon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

song

take my eyes and wash my pride away face these times and the signs we make to brake cause its a long hard road which lesson was the lesson when you learned tha all faults are flawless in thier ways an...
Posted by ðr. loon on Tue, 16 Aug 2005 10:43:00 PST

2005

i suppose its that time again. cold cracked hands reaching teaching. i lashed out time and again at the beggers and the preachers preaching theres not much to say about that cyclictic cycle of cycles...
Posted by ðr. loon on Sat, 17 Dec 2005 02:26:00 PST

edgar allan Poe

ULALUME by Edgar Allan Poe (1847)     THE skies they were ashen and sober;   The leaves they were crisped and sere--   The leaves they were withering and sere: ...
Posted by ðr. loon on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 09:27:00 PST

manipulating sound

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Posted by ðr. loon on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 11:32:00 PST

industrial jazz

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Posted by ðr. loon on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 11:33:00 PST

the 27th of 4

practice what u preach..... your poets dialect is kept secret in a safe 10 feet beneath a cool pile of stones left melted in a plastic poem written in a cryptic tone decrypted & lef...
Posted by ðr. loon on Thu, 27 Apr 2006 01:27:00 PST

spring sprung

..youll never guess what i saw today ,. spring sprung early in ways you wouldnt believe. so i sat and guessed of all the ways it had to be ,. the streams splitt, the leaves grew ,. and the breeze bent...
Posted by ðr. loon on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 12:59:00 PST

Friday nite/saterday morning banter

Attest to the times today ,. ALAS time collides , souls combined,.lines intertwine & slide arite ,. all forgiving ,. never ending ,. all pretending ,. someone say something complete ,. easy to rea...
Posted by ðr. loon on Sat, 11 Feb 2006 02:31:00 PST

the lines

             the lines in my hands ,. are the signs of the times that've changed,.  but i still feel pushed along so,.,.,.im still writi...
Posted by ðr. loon on Thu, 09 Feb 2006 05:24:00 PST