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rob

you all make me sick

About Me

I play guitar a lot, and watch a lot of t.v., and eat lots of pizza and buffalo wings. i like going to see movies, and bowling, and drinking lots of coffee, and shit like that.

My Interests

playin' rock 'n' roll. smoking newports...goin' out to see the pictures. eating hot wings, making fun of people, hearing new kinds of music..playing psychedelic trance type shit.

I'd like to meet:

Musicians

Music:

MILES DAVIS,Neurosis,Gangstar, a tribe called quest, fugazi, frodus, godspeed,Bone thugz, quazimoto, weather report, outkast, magrudergrind, converge,pharcyde, hendrix.. all that raw shit

Movies:

taxi driver, requiem for a dream, basquiat, psycho (the hitchcock version), the boil, full metal jacket, scarface, the godfather, good fellas, ray, beverly hills cop movies, stranger than fiction...i like a lot of low budget gore films from the eighties...i'm into zombies and what not

Television:

dude, i always watch national geographic and the science channel...i like shows about the cosmos...i don't know why, but it really interests me. I also like aquateen...simpsons...star trek (the ones with shatner)...also the next generation. Fuck star wars

Books:

books are for people who don't have t.v.s

Heroes:

POLY STYRENE 4 EVER, jimi hendrix, shane hines, whoever invented the 40 oz. Stephanie 4 ever ever

My Blog

a little nestea and a little honesty

with each day, degrade...in blind eyes of escape...no yield to sobriety in a world of heart ache. Each night, the social magnet's forte vanishes to light...and left, as my body fades unperturbed by ...
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

apocolypse

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Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

alcohol

My dad called me for the first time in weeks last night. He was drunk off his ass, ofcourse. Our conversation started off as expected...he asked me how i was...but i realized, that he probably only as...
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Stream of consciousness rant

the tired day wears on. One, long day, stretched and skewed to unimaginable complexity...and the simplest version of life, that man has yet to attest to. Silent days and nights, overcome by strobing...
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

don't take this too seriously....(if you do, you'll think me "a loon")

standing over the body, or more of the mutilated and infested remains of Robert Alexander Plier was a rather emotionally-barren affair. The stench of man turned sour, effortlessly masked under strengt...
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

X

Lung inflation-expand in plastic cellophane sensations melt to liquid dust, and hearts grow tense- pumping in the trust of chemical smiles- tinged with the smeer, of teary cocaine girls, Mouthin...
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

i tried to write a short romance story..not too sexually graphic though.

watch as lip meets lip, tongue greets tongue, and many-a-garment slither away. No haste to be made, without proper atonement, as the sun feeds warm snodgrass, blanketing our bodies in its fresh scent....
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

it was amazing, but never again

itching veins, inside closing fingers-in warmth and white light-a hovering spirit-along the carpeted shadow path-through window panes-a glassy night sky-floods resting bodies-With butane veins-starlig...
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

that's why

you're a cunt.
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

penile proficiency phillip's head

affectionate branches, interlocking with green smokes, under green twighlight. Alone under the moon, the sky. A requiem to another era of degredation. Closet cases with no light...mindless giggling ...
Posted by rob on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST