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About Me

guess who's on the wagon!i forged a life that may or may not be real. ten times an hour there's a killing spree. a crime wave of lust washes up the legs of the table. christ, kissed twice - now disabled. dial my reference dodge my eyes work my thumbs over pulse points speak my numbers stutter thrice joined handwriting keeps me away from the gatei pass women late at night. they assess and i assess and we assess. am i a danger? i look a little shady, i walk a little cocky, no hair on right side. does the jacket conceal any hidden objects (blunt ones)?i assume and they assume and we assume. but ok, because i don't have it in me to stab someone for a tenner and a cheap ass watch. i pass and they pass and we pass.and all these things happen at the same time.we are synchronised.

My Interests

interesting things

I'd like to meet:

someone who'll play 'roman polanski's house' with me.

Music:

the smiths, hefner, butthole surfers. BJORK!!!! the fall, daniel johnston, the moldy peaches, smashing pumpkins, sigur ros, air, antony and the johnsons, the truck stop bandits (a work in progress), goatboy (another work in progress). a lot more in fact, because music is all i need....

Movies:

preferably silent

Television:

preferably off (there are exceptions, but i shalln't be a slave to the idiotbox)

Books:

yes

Heroes:

myself.

My Blog

arsecandles!

damn...it felt like i was going to have an early night about ten minutes ago, now it's 5 in the cunting morning and i'm drunk. shite!
Posted by muzzle on Tue, 30 May 2006 09:15:00 PST

an interest in the delicate

philosophy and brick walls pushed against the face.hurry.
Posted by muzzle on Tue, 23 May 2006 03:56:00 PST

an interest in the morose

delicate underwear, under my nails. hurry.
Posted by muzzle on Mon, 22 May 2006 03:16:00 PST

an interest in the obscure

tired, forgetful and angry too careless to notice the buttons there is a layer of clothing between you and i. hurry.
Posted by muzzle on Sun, 21 May 2006 09:56:00 PST

cheap ecstacy and camper vans...maybe?

i'm drunk enough. i'm drunk enough without camera. i am vain, these words are my camera. so i sit with nothing but the smell of cinnamon hair and the touch of mint skin. so i sit with legs that don't ...
Posted by muzzle on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST