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radiodread

tomorrow is our permanent address

About Me

all which isn't singing is mere talking and all talking's talking to oneself whether that oneself be sought or seeking master or disciple sheep or wolfgush to it as deity or devil -toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles name it cruel fair or blessed evil- it is you (ne i)nobody elsedrive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing -you are deafened every mother's son- all is merely talk which isn't singing and all talking's to oneself alonebut the very song of(as mountains feel and lovers)singing is silencee.e.cummings

My Interests

mischief, dusk, silver birch groves, cooking, ink, traveling, zwimming, art history, cupcakes, low flying winged books, bearded men, stencils and spraypaint, wendigo mythology, debating the ethics of cannibalism, posi feminism, unicorns, political art, autumn, tequila, deceptively adorable animals, turkey sammmmichs, hating on people who only read Bukowski or Palahniuk, halloween, socialism, sounds of the underground, masks, mysterious strangers, snakebelly on skin

I'd like to meet:

children of rhapsody

Music:

yes please

Movies:

horribly awesome B movies

Television:

RIP Carnivale and Arrested Development

Books:

currently reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez

My Blog

The Day Democracy Died

If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animating contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which f...
Posted by radiodread on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 10:56:00 PST