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c'est la vie

and yes you're in my head... but that doesn't make you here.

About Me

ATTENTION BANDS: If I do not know you, do NOT ask me to add you. You will be denied for not reading this. Message me first.
The name's Justin
(AKA: Gus, Gussy, Gustav, Gusdorf, Pandar, so forth and so on).
I'm a photographer/ writer/ musician.
I'm a music and movie fiend.
I loathe a liar.
I have a spastic laughter, some call it deranged.
Vitamins are good.
Bagels/ garlic tricuits/ hot tea/ coffee.
Espresso addict.
Neurotic superhero for the masses.
I adore the simple things in life.
I have O.C.D.
Late night diners & coffee houses.
Kashi.
Vanilla Soy Milk.
I've had a decade long crush on Lisa Loeb.
I want to roam around europe and taste foreign air.
My cats need to learn to share the box... not the floor.
Snail mail makes me smile.
Acoustic songs.
Fast traffic.
Old typewriters.
Good movies.
Good smells.
My feet sweat.
All work and no play make Gus dull boy...
I need to change my socks.
Bloody cute little bugger, isn't he?
.:AIM - etoiles et vous (though I am never on)
.: DeviantART - my photography (rarely updated)
.: Justin Norris - My myspace poetry site

My Interests

Appliances from the 1950's. Argyle socks. Art. Autumn. Being loved. Black and white photos with red or blue emphasis. Black rimmed glasses. Blue eyes. Book stores. Cafés. Cat-eye glasses on girls. Cemetaries. Charcoal pencils. Cheap gas prices. Chuck Taylor All Stars. Cold gusts of wind on a hot day. Cold weather. Collecting Altoids tins. Collecting feathers. The color of blood. Cuddling. Cuffed blue jeans. Dark colors. Dark hair. English accents. English mannerisms. Erotica. Espresso. Fingerless wool gloves. Flowers. French accents. Greek mythology. Happy memories. Holding hands. Honesty. Hot tea. Hummus. Ivy growing on brick buildings. Kissing. Listening to music in the dark. Modesty. Monochromatic art. The Morton Salt girl. Murphy's law. Music boxes. My cats. Not having spiders in my house. Nude photography. Old photos. Open mindedness. Pale skin. Pea coats. People caring about me. Photography. Playing my bass. Poetry. Proper grammar. Rainy days. Reading. Receiving letters. Reddish/brown hair. Relaxing. Scarves. Similies. Sincerity. Sitting in corners. Splashing in rain puddles. Sushi. Sweaters. Things going well. Thrifting. Thunder storms. Train rides. Trivia shows. Unique grave stones. Vintage manual typewriters. Walks in the rain. Walks through cemetaries. Watching movies. Winter. Writing. Writing letters. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I'd like to meet:

Wes Anderson, Luc Besson, Lewis Black, Charles Bukowski, Tim Burton, Bruce Campbell, Kurt Cobain, John Cusack, Salvador Dali, Johnny Depp, T.S. Eliot, Neil Gaiman, Janeane Garofalo, Ed Gein, Ben Gibbard, Daniel Handler, Mitch Hedberg, Eddie Izzard, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Tim Kasher, Kaki King, Jason Lee, Stan Lee, Jenny Lewis, Lisa Loeb, Ian MacKaye, Dave McKean, Anaïs Nin, Conor Oberst, Chuck Palahniuk, Edgar Allan Poe, Vincent Price, Jason Schwartzman, Kevin Smith, Robert Smith, Audrey Tautou, Yann Tiersen, Vincent Van Gogh, Jhonen Vasquez. The Vault Guy.
& of course, Jesus Christ.

The Best Love Poem I Can Write At The Moment
by Charles Bukowski
listen, I told her
why don't you stick
your tongue up my ass
no, she said.
well, I said
if I stick my tongue
up your ass first
then will you stick
your tongue up my
ass?
all right, she said.
I got my head down
there and looked
around
opened a section
then my tongue
moved
forward
not there, she said
ahhahahaha
not there, that's
not the right place
you women have
more holes
than
swiss cheese
I don't want you
to do it
why?
well, then I'll
have to do it back
and then at the next
party
you'll tell people
I licked your ass
with my tongue
suppose I promise
not to tell?
you'll get drunk,
you'll
tell
o.k., I said
roll over and
I'll stick it in
the other
place
she rolled over and
I stuck my tongue
in that
other place
we were in love
we were in love
with except
what I said at
parties
and we were not
in love
with each others
ass holes
she wants me to
write a love
poem
but I think if people
can't love each others
ass holes
and farts
and shits
and terrible parts
just like they love
the good
parts
that ain't
complete love so,
as far as love goes
as far as we
have gone
this poem
will have
to do.

Music:

A Day In Black And White, Alkaline Trio, Alli With An I, Aria, Armor For Sleep, The Assistant, Azure Ray, Bear Vs. Shark, Between The Buried And Me, Bloc Party, The Blood Brothers, Bodies In The Gears Of The Apparatus, Braid, Brand New Disaster, Bright Eyes, Christie Front Drive, Circle Takes The Square, City Of Caterpillar, Coheed And Cambria, Cursive, Dashboard Confessional, Daughters, Death Cab For Cutie, Dntel, Embrace, Explosions In The Sky, Glass Casket, Glassjaw, The Gloria Record, Godspeed You Black Emperor!, Granny Grunt, Heartscarved, Hopesfall, Horse The Band, Hot Cross, Indian Summer, Kaki King, KillWhitneyDead, Knapsack, The Manhattan Project, The Mars Volta, Mineral, mewithoutYou, The Misfits, Mock Orange, Mogwai, Neil Perry, Nirvana, Pedro The Lion, The Pillows, Pixies, Poison The Well, The Postal Service, Prayer For Cleansing, Raein, The Red Chord, Red Sparowes, Rites Of Spring, The Smashing Pumpkins, Still Life, Sullivan, Sunny Day Real Estate, Taking Back Sunday, Thursday, Tori Amos, Underoath, Undying, Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start, The Vermicious Knid Weezer, Yann Tiersen, You And I, Zoe Keating

Movies:

Directors:
Jean-Pierre Jeunet,
Michel Gondry,
Wes Anderson,
Luc Besson,
Cameron Crowe,
Tim Burton,
Quentin Tarantino,
Kevin Smith,
Guy Ritchie,
Robert Rodriquez,
Mel Brooks

Television:

I don't watch television.

Books:

Writers:
Charles Bukowski,
Chuck Palahniuk,
Anaïs Nin,
T.S. Eliot,
Edgar Allan Poe,
Ezra Pound,
Vladimir Nabokov,
Jhonen Vasquez,
Lemony Snicket,
Neil Gaiman,
François de La Rochefoucauld

Heroes:


My Dad... simply put... oh, and Artie "The Strongest Man In The World"