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Quinn

That heavy pressed breath in your bookpages

About Me

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Addicted to: my $3.00 Ray Ban aviators, dancing to Michael Jackson/James Brown/Brazilian Girls/Mickey Avalon/etc., being a little nuts, poetry (reading it, writing it, getting it tattooed on my body), naked bodies against each other, interesting noses, Lost, procrastinating via computer or reading or writing or music, walking everywhere, collecting tattoos/piercings on my body, Gustav Klimt, Clyfford Still, Abstract Expressionism in general, wikipedia research (and taking it with a grain of salt), concerts held in small, personal venues, coffee shops, Berlin.

My Interests

Psychology, Sociology. Writing, ESPECIALLY poetry. I love love love reading and writing poetry. Succumbing to the flesh. Dancing to rock and roll or Michael Jackson, or whatever, depending on how high my heels are that night. Beers with good head, wines that smell like cheese or smoke or oak but taste better than any of them. People who have noses with character. Sexy hands.

I'd like to meet:

more Amish people.

Music:

Joanna Newsom, Animal Collective, Kings of Convenience, The Whitest Boy Alive, Michael Jackson, Thao Nguyen, Camera Obscura, Badly Drawn Boy, Of Montreal, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, The Shins, Radiohead, Coldplay, Brazilian Girls, The Pinker Tones, Quantic, Gotan Project, The Pink Martinis, The Avalanches, Sondre Lerche, St. Germain, Dave Brubeck, Jay Brannan, Thievery Corporation, Minus the Bear, Ray Charles, St. Vincent, The National.

Movies:

dark comedy, anything psychological, bad B horror films (particularly from the 80's), anything Bollywood, ZOMBIE MOVIES!!!!!!! Love them. Clockwork Orange, Spinal Tap, Shutter, Shortbus, Some Like It Hot, 28 Days Later, Princess Mononoke, The Meaning of Life, Amelie, The Royal Tennenbaums, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Brazil, GoodFellas, The City of Lost Children, Resident Evil (just the first one), MST3K, etc.

Television:

Lost, Entourage, Weeds, Six Feet Under, Home Movies, The Office, Big Love.

Books:

Ariel by Sylvia Plath, Alanna Series, The Once and Future King by White, The Handmaid's Tale, Oryx and Crake, and The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood, Jitterbug Perfume and Invalids Home From Hot Climates by Tom Robbins, any poems by Anne Sexton, Sharon Olds, Frank O'Hara, Kenneth Koch, ee cummings, Yeats, W. C. Williams, Billy Collins, Laurie Nataro, David Sedaris, Ross Gay, etc.

Heroes:

Anyone altruistic.

My Blog

I got a new pedometer today

It's true, I never write in here.  Not to say I don't have a life, thus nothing to write about.  Rather, I am doing things frequently and thus have no time to write about them.  But cur...
Posted by Quinn on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 04:20:00 PST

stupid hacker bastards

So I guess my account was hacked into and I'm now sending you all stupid spam email. I changed my password so hopefully that will stop it but if not, I'll have to delete this account and get a new on...
Posted by Quinn on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 11:47:00 PST

hands spread like daisies

One common reason I love sex, playing piano, and yoga: they all get me completely out of my head and completely into my body. That doesn't happen often.
Posted by Quinn on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 06:28:00 PST

beware

Dear anyone friends with me or wanting to be friends with me,If you don't like the slightly mentally unstable artist types who might write poems for you one day and feel slighted by you the next, have...
Posted by Quinn on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 09:22:00 PST

it's been awhile

I don't use this site that much; I prefer facebook. But people have been giving me wonderful comments on my poems, so I thought I'd post something more recent. AngioplastySitting in the breezy,backl...
Posted by Quinn on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 11:42:00 PST

damn that turkey smells giblets-licking good!

But in all seriousness, we have a 17 fucking pound turkey because it was the smallest they had by yesterday! 17 pounds for 7 people! We will have SO many leftovers. We're having a little 'leftovers' p...
Posted by Quinn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

A poem of mine

Tepid water broke near midnight. "God damnit." She swung out of bed. "What a waste of labor." she said. It came out slick like saliva, a blue flesh bag. Five months old: she wanted it dead. ...
Posted by Quinn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

suck it like innocence

Could I possibly make myself look ANY more foolish? I doubt it.
Posted by Quinn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

poo butt

I never write in here because, to be frank, livejournal is cooler, and I'd probably scare a lot of my 'friends' off with my insane ramblings, etc.
Posted by Quinn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Well, you have a sweet bike, you score with lots of hot chics, and you're the only kid in school with a moustache

Homer: [Drunk, and talking to family counselor] The thing about my family is that there are five of us. Marge, Bart, Girl Bart, The one that doesn't talk, and the fat one. Oh, how I loathe him haha...
Posted by Quinn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST