Meh, enough faux pithy irony. I'm over it. Really the only the thing I'm interested in meting out a life worth living out here until I take off.
Well just about anybody who hasn't given up on things so much that they still come out meet people do good work and come out to shows, even if things aren't quite ideal.
I'd like to see a lot more fire under everybody's ass around here. Malaise is a unfortunate habit that could do with a rockette sized kickin' around these parts.
Also for the love of christ someone who can give me a run for my money in wrestling. Fucking ages.
OOOH OOH! Someone who can talk about books or movies without that condescending one-upsmanship crap. That'd be nice
I have a pretty long and pretentious list of bands I listen to and music I like. MORE APPROPRIATELY, you can just listen to my show...http://ktuh.org/schedule.php?Thursday
Mostly of the international artsy sort. Also got a protracted interest in cult - exploitation and B grade horror. You know, just so I don't take myself too seriously.
Bukowski, Jean Genet, Philip K Dick, Raymond Chandler, Tom Robbins, William Blake, David Berman, Oscar Wilde. Fade, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Jean Cocteau. meh, I'm reasonably literate.
Three months he regaled me of his body. Beating me for all he was worth. I dragged at his feet, more trampled on than a dust mop. Ever since he has gone free of his robberies, I keep remembering his gestures, so vivid they revealed him as cut out of a faceted crystal, gestures so vivid that you suspected they were all involuntary for it seems utterly impossible that they were born of ponderous reflection and decision.