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Micki

Open Mic Nights Are Every Night, Right?

About Me

I run open mic at the fig cafe on old york rd. in Jenkintown every wensday night with my best friend Liza. Bring a bottle of wine and come see us or check out my pictures to see a little of open mic to find out for yourself. ( I also have some of my own artworks in there if anyone's curious. )
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My Interests

Licking the paintbrush, stringing the guitar, making art out of trash, or trash out of art depending on my mood. Trying to figure out how the hell those staircases work in any Escher pic, trying to understand the bare necessity of a strait line without a ruler, and anything else improbable but not impossible.

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who still listens to music on a record player, the guy who invented penutbutter(Yum!!), Salvidor Dali, Steven Lynch, the entire gang of fraggle rock(Don't worry I know that they're puppets), more intelligent life forms, anyone who thinks that chess is a sutible hobbie, but not an obbsession.

Music:

Things I am listening to at this very momment: THE PAPER CHASE, MISFITS, POSTAL SERVICE(DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE), SMASHING PUMPKINS, ALLISON KRAUS, SYSTEM OF A DOWN, NIN, EXTREME, BEATLES, JOHNNY CASH, OTEP, and last but not least my cousin who's new album is called, weirdly enough, DERELICT FRANCHISE- DOKOTA ATE MY PAPER FLOWER.

Movies:

I don't really get into movies as much as books but I do enjoy EMPIRE RECORDS, KEEPING THE FAITH, DOGMA, FIGHTCLUB, SNATCH, TRAINSPOTTING, THE DARK CRYSTAL, SUICIDE CLUB, DONNIE DARKO and BATTLE ROYAL

Television:

MR SHOW and FAMILY GUY enough said

Books:

I feel the need to read EVERYTHING but alas the goal has not yet been accomplished all I can say is that I recently just finished THE DOORS OF PERCEPTION/HEAVEN AND HELL and have now begun the tedious task of LES MESIRABLES( don't worry its the abriged version) with a little David Sedaris and Chuck Palunuck thrown in every couple hundred pages( you know for light reading)

Heroes:

Those people in our lives who make life worth living, those we love and more amazingly those who love us back.

My Blog

Life After Folk Fest

Strangely enough, I'm having trouble reverting back to life as I knew it before folk fest.  I have these strange urges to start a drum circle in the middle of the night,  start conversations...
Posted by Micki on Tue, 13 Sep 2005 10:27:00 PST

Freedom

So tonight was a great fucking night.  I have'nt had this much fun in a long time and funny enough it has nothing to do with a guy.  I went over to a friend of mine's house and we had this n...
Posted by Micki on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

nothing

I don't know how to feel right now.  It's done and over with now.  I'm sure he's moved on and he's happy and he couldn't give a flying fuck about me right now.  It's been months, four I...
Posted by Micki on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

she's a rooftop sitter (poem)

She's a rooftop sitter     a smoking smoker, and a quiting quiter                 and she'll bet the world her mind is thic...
Posted by Micki on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Bitter thoughts

You showed me love first I hate you more than ever liar to a fault Haven't tried to write in awhile, but it seems everything sounds better in a hi-kue (terrible speller I am) so i'll borrow the ide...
Posted by Micki on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

A lovely evening

So tonight was a very good night,  I opted to go see c and c factory.  It was totally a Tim Burton movie, right down to the Danny Elffman soundtrack and the strange and akward acting of a wh...
Posted by Micki on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

A bit of poetry

I once tried to draw a picture of you and a picture of me,         &nb sp;       But everytime I picked up my pen I find I'm ...
Posted by Micki on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Aggrivation

So you know that point when you've drank to much, smoked to many cigs and now, now that your ready to pass out, you just can't sleep, and for reasons you can't even remember anymore you wanna cry your...
Posted by Micki on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Sleep? what's sleep?

It's time to sleep, but i can't because i keep thinking thoughts like, why am i using the laptop as a sleep aid, why are my feet cold, and most importantly why did i actually eat the food at Michael's...
Posted by Micki on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST