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joe don baker

About Me

!a sarcastic bastard who still has a pops. i making you laugh, making you feel young for the first time, making you want to pick up a spider and just give it a little kiss, just a little kiss, because a spider has the power to see 80 sets of luscious lips coming towards it, and that's where i want to be. spiders make scared poo come from my butt.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

my full unconscious self; richard feynman; ernest hemingway; my ancestors in the heyday of their youth; akira kurosawa; joe frank; dishwasher pete; george noory; and then pretty much anyone else who's intelligent, unserious toward all the small things in life, strong, hearty, eccentric.

My Blog

my friend.

i miss my friend. she lived with me for several years.  she was calming like a serene ocean after weeks of tumultuous weather.  her name is lilly. she had the uncanny ability, especially for...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:39:00 GMT

volunteer-africa benefit concert - need artists and celebrators!

hey folks friends etc - this is for a really good friend, and i encourage y'all to come out and celebrate with us all.  also, anyone who might be able to donate any art of any kind, it'll go to a...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 11:00:00 GMT

it's like when you put something in your mouth but it turns out to be a booger

put on pair of socks with dried blood in the toe areacheck.rolled over in middle of night into a pool of cat hairball gunkcheck.spilled some runs without a lick of toilet, tissue, or towel paper in th...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 17:01:00 GMT

hello to those who make the world a much rounder place.

i'm talking to you, identity thieves.  if you find a bottle of amnesia, drink it.  after you realize you've forgotten who you are, go jump off the nearest bridge.  fuck you.i'm tal...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 14:39:00 GMT

there is a virus coarsing through me right now and nothing i can do but succumb to an infection

the strange thing about being out of balance is the constant presence of misplacement.  i lose my footing, objects move around on me, and when i truly focus, i can see how something isn't actuall...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 19:59:00 GMT

naughtmare of all.

my arms are retching because i have plans to meet up with a friend from boulder, on her last evening, and i cannot get a hold of her. i find this incredibly frustrating, sitting in my white satin (i....
Posted by on Fri, 31 Mar 2006 22:43:00 GMT

naughtmare.1.

there was a fly living under the utopian bushes on the corner of my street. the man who lived on the corner was skin wrapped skeletal, preserved for freshness, maybe for scientific research. he gave...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Mar 2006 22:51:00 GMT