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Strongarm Monahan

"I’m telling you this because the people of your culture are in much the same situation. Like the

About Me

So, edelbrock says things. Things other people don't say.
Phrases all his own. People notice.
He doesn't. He just says things.
Some things work. Some confuse a motherfucker.
Sometimes people laugh and repeat things edelbrock says and he laughs and laughs and asks if he actually said that.
My friends are THE coolest...
Hands down.
I like to communicate with others...
AIM/ichat: BrokenHandMatt
Say "hi" sometime.
I once killed a man, skinned him, dried the pelt, ate the meat, fashioned the bones into tools and weapons then ran amok naked in dead-dudes skin suit whilst spitting Twista lyrics at double time through rush hour traffic on I-4, then some nosey little busy body went and dropped a dime on me so I was forced to flee and rejoin society...
but when I retire, SHOOT! Watch out bitches.
Yeah, I'll eat SPAM...AND I'll like it.
I've never humped a dog.
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I fly around and punch.
Let's make music and funny and art and laugh and fart and drunk and naked and party and games and dress up...not like DRESS UP-dress up, but wear funny hats and banana hammocks and fake tattoos and mustaches and bandannas and glasses and all sorts of tacky accessories and tutus and toupees and tube socks and water wings and reflective vests and ninja shoes...let's do that, can we? I'd rather enjoy it.
Also, can we blow shit up? I'd like to see some explosions, maybe even exploding heads...or tails.

My Interests

Nanotechnology, amusing pseudonyms, explaining myself(best subject ever), pointing out obscure celeb look-a-likes, Open Mics, shitty karaoke, Hip Hop, art that alters my perception(especially if it sucks), conversation interesting or not, poetry(is for faeries), pronouncing fifth like 'fith', religions in general and their difference from spirituality(because people want you to know), Taxidermy and floral arrangement. "What do you do? Oh really, that sounds cool." Sandcastles, booze, banana hammock rockery, ninja masks, tan lines, Harry Hamburger, Toupee's, inline skaters, Boomboxes, spraypaint, and yearbook pictures turn me on. Markers that don't smell like licorice, googling words I don't know how to spell or the meanings of, wondering why licorice tastes more like -ish than liquor, lying, lying about lying, lying when I admit to lies, lying on the surface of the sun with SPF 80 drawn on my hiney in the shape of the Leg Lamp with "Fragile" in decorative script as a tramp stamp, "oh, you have tattoos? Neato! Actually, I care more about the length of your last bowel movement than whatever tribal-band-name-photorealistic-chicken you have on your man boob.", describing horrendous smells in full olfactory detail with illustrations done in scratch-n-sniff, making up absurd(yet true) interests, doing the robot for hours without breaking character, spellunking, slingshot marksmanship, making Teddy Ruxpin curse, fashioning ninja masks out of t-shirts(you've got a bra on underneath, I have nothing. So, yeah, gimme your shirt!), adjusting carburetors to get less gas milage, afixing sequins to friends furniture in order to provide them with FUNiture, making lists, trying to hold "it' as long as possible to see if it makes me dance better, random tandem insertions, colonoscopy handshakes and body cavity search hugs, oh...I also like to swim.

I'd like to meet:


The World's Greatest Terpsichorean

Music:

The Cool Kids, M83, Monsieur LeRoc, Flying Lotus, S+P, Pragmatic, D3w3y d3c1mal, Mad Lib, Blockhead, James Taylor, Girl Talk, N.E.R.D., Sage Francis, AGAINST ME!, Marvin Gaye, Portishead, Officer Scott Anger, Smokey Robinson, DropkickMurphy's, Blondie, The Books, Curtis Mayfield, The Who, Dabrye, Madison Bloodbath, Why?, Dosh, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes', Yes, Passage, Outkast,Joe Meek, MF DOOM, Boom Bip, Slick Rick, Thelonius Monk, Rashaan Roland Kirk, Typical Cats, KRS ONE, Sigur Ros, TV on the Radio, Latyrx, Pelican City, Astronautilus, Saul Williams, K-Os, The Editors, Milli Vanilli, The Muslims, Necros of the Gods, Monsterr Trukk, Gas Lamp Killer, Restiform Bodies, fuck...I kind of forget the rest.

Movies:

Jesus' Son, IZO, Hot Rod, Barfly, They Call Her One Eye, SIN CITY, Altered States, CHOPPER, KILL BILL, The Adventures of Sebastian Cole, any DavidLynch, CaddyShack, Brazil, Buffallo66, Beerfest, Kubrick, Primer, Yuri, Quills, StyleWars, the Royal Tennenbaums, City of God, Session9, Casshern, any Coen Bros., Nothing, Kontrol, Daywatch, The Bad News Bears(mathau not thorton), Warriors, Any which Way You Can/but Loose, OldBoy+Lady Vengeance, A Very Long Engagement, there're like 8million movies I have to show you...

Television:

Californication, otherwise I'd rather lick a serrated bladed lollipop.

Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.

--Bertrand Russell

Books:

Shel Silverstein(what a pimp that dude was), "TEACHER seeks pupil. Must have an earnest desire to save the world. Apply in person."Neil Gaiman, Henry Miller, Cosmic Banditos, Geek Love, Charles Bukowski, The First Third, Chuck Palahnuik, Tom Robbins, House of Leaves, Ayn Rand, Through the Looking Glass, Irvine Welsh, William Christopher Baer, J. K. Rawling, Juxtapoz, Tokion, One Thousand Beards, The Intimidators, Joseph Conrad, Any thing regarding String Theory or Nanotechnology or Mythology or pirates or dwarves or mythical dwarf pirate nanotechnologists who dable in quantum physics while secretly trying to prove string theory, The shit I write...

Heroes:

People who fly. Worker ants and mercenaries.

My Blog

Restless.

I built a puppetgave it arms and legsand a mouth.No strings attached.But it didn't standor danceor talk.So, my interest waned quickly.Now we both sit in opposite cornersstaring at one anotherwaiting t...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Sat, 11 Oct 2008 04:32:00 PST

Collapsing at Your Doorstep

This one's really just for me... ...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 04:33:00 PST

There, there is my mind.

At the age of thirty-three I took my three year old son out into the orchard and there we planted a handful of seeds, seeds with words written upon themfaces and animals, trees and cities crudely and ...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 01:31:00 PST

Bob Dylan’s Last Thoughts on Woodie Guthrie

Old news, revisited.Thanks Steadman. ...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:49:00 PST

As The Leaves Change.

From the table tops and gum gobbed bottomsFrench doors swing wide from Summer into Autumnthe hammock is knotted and the parasol flippedthey return to their books and their fights, hit the bar and take...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 01:57:00 PST

No more greener grass.

Somewhere out there is something bettersomething I want to do for the rest of my lifewhen I grow upfor a livingSomewhere out there is someone perfectsomeone I could spend the rest of my days holding h...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 12:27:00 PST

Single Song Repeat

ConcentrateThat's what she said as she reached across meslipping the headphones over my earsI watched her eyes as she made sure they fit properlyshe caught my stare and dropped a grin ever so slightly...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Sat, 13 Sep 2008 11:51:00 PST

What did you do today?

Did you take a picture?I would....this all only happens once, do it for posterity.I wish there were someone around who could remind me every morning of the previous nights dreams.I could dig on that a...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 10:36:00 PST

Quiet Down

Breathing apparatus lies broken under synthetic down and happy we are, forever asphyxiated by carnal bliss in this end. Unholy perhaps, but worshiped and idolized, laying the ground work for a congreg...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 02:12:00 PST

Gutless

I back out of the driveway slowly, paying attention to my ipod, to my cell phone, to the volume, to the A/C. I clean my glasses, adjust the mirror, adjust my hair, buckle up, slide the seat back and ...
Posted by Strongarm Monahan on Tue, 15 Jul 2008 11:03:00 PST