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About Me

that creep can roll, man--Born in the hills of the narcolepsy made little disasters with the hurly-words. Never seen the dirty oceans of envy nor the plains of angst. Our devils lay limp on chests of whoa like rebels on holiday begging for the silent revolt. Stand eager in the window way the nights made me eat the regretful rinds and all my lovers exodus on the first bus out of town. Speak on crazy tongue with guilt and sorrow now the walls bleed a gentle howl. The booze makes me giggle surly and the air makes me heave the common things. Me made mine a pulse for the Razor Girls to swallow. Pound it on the shamble open and monotonous; purged ounces into miles by moon'd twilight waves. Wish we were at the old picture show

My Interests

the typo-tappy, the microphone, bebop, muzak, Kharma, the bar, wires, electromagnetic fields, chapbooks, alcohol, the way the road goes, chocolate shakes, naps, the rocks and the shells, Probability Clouds, unknown truths, shyness, sticks and pucks.

I'd like to meet:

I won't know till I meet them

Music:

4Track All-Stars, Da Muttss, Diet Audio, Pilot To Gunner, The Shins, Rage Against The Machine, 7 Speed Vortex, Cat Power, Pixies, Morphine, Cake, Pavement, Stone Roses, Radiohead, Karate, They Might Be Giants, Dungen, AC/DC, Buckra, Camper Van Beethoven, Stereolab, (in)camera, The Magical Words, Wussy, Lovely Crash, Tommy Guerrero

Movies:

The Big Lebowski, Memento, The Royal Tenenbaums, Dazed and Confused, Citizen Kane, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Anchorman, Old School, 12 Angry Men, Rushmore, Tombstone, Magnolia, Giù la testa aka: A Fist Full of Dynamite, Fight Club, Seven,

Television:

adult swim

Heroes:

Pirates........ They Need Our Help!!

My Blog

Rockets on bibles

As if it skipped for a second Maybe it was in shadow or a film cut to an edit that makes you paranoid Nervous Shy Could have been half way to the moon by now but instead she is almost to Colorado ...
Posted by N on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 12:59:00 PST

Perfect Sky

Lasting for the years it was a perfect humble way to believein a fortunate purged hopethat made the days.Never find less than a deaf eareyes that could not see the oceanknew one day it would promenade...
Posted by N on Sat, 22 Jul 2006 02:33:00 PST

Pleased To The Punch

You shoot for me like aluminum to mouths daring and not so a gentlygawk could beg  time awayFrom incipient to milkshake bombs stirrings paw on as if the sun has not found the land Hue of greens p...
Posted by N on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 09:07:00 PST

BACKFAT

Get back to me please Re: Check it out Feature profile poised to deliver great successful cofactor costal Do you care? Here's a secret These built on a back of lacked and flux obtuseness   Get ba...
Posted by N on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 06:47:00 PST

Funny

 Off to Montreal to be a plumber it hit me like a shiny diamond: I have no fur coats to wrap my stability around. So, we shove hot coals into our pockets and pretend to be hired hands. So much tr...
Posted by N on Tue, 11 Apr 2006 08:41:00 PST

Jandar

It came to us like BOOMNow to pleasure vivid on quiet streets Naked birth under lax dulcet eyes many times ago Stilled and beyond shaken on absolute verity    Hang on by the mutant app...
Posted by N on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 09:36:00 PST

Cruel

Raveling upwardsVibrating and immenseTrolling in black steed:EldoradoBurning with motionsMotions beyond emotionsFreefall like ice cream in summerBruised from sun and alcoholBarreled with spins and ach...
Posted by N on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 07:54:00 PST

Naked

On the weird of creepyscenes from forgotten crutched buildingsHookers from the south haunt mePainless like winter storms wyoming Old lovers asking for sophomore furnitureDead paper plates toil th...
Posted by N on Wed, 08 Feb 2006 08:09:00 PST

Freedom

"If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom." Robert Frost...
Posted by N on Tue, 31 Jan 2006 08:12:00 PST

Brand New Style

Into pale swoon vibrate  I eat the barbs like it was new day dusk The slangs hold on last midnights of summer A weary town Wheels on fire Wires disconnect It is the pirate song and the merchant...
Posted by N on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 01:21:00 PST