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super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun)

I am here for Friends

About Me

Well, I like mermaids, for starters... and my neck may be solid, but I can't touch my nose with my tongue. That's a certain true fact. I sure can't.

My Interests

small talk; dildos; soccer; freaking; coming on; getting off; getting on; keeping on; keeping on keeping on; being let off the hook; unsoldering the hook; oxygen; remaining calm in a crisis situation; minor crises; perspective; being aware, since it's like good and supportive, for the sake of the self-determined -as well as god's people's- freedom (i mean, argh, baa, we're all people too, and who knows, i don't need to know, or help anyone else prove that they're right in theor own way), and the security of this delicious, improper, spangly suck-off secular nation-- so, OK, ew, hey america, no comment, except like, unh huh, oh yeah, baby, shit, sorry about crawling up your skirts, you got all my respect, like we're not all like whoa-ass hot; other interests include but are not limited to: saying you can tell em what's up, they don't know you, admitting i'm the worst; admitting i'm the best; admitting that i'm both too little and too much to fight, i just make people wanna cry. But i'm digressing, back to the topic-- hide and go seek, if it's within boundaries, like the universe; marco polo--well, to be honest i just like swimming, i always had to be marco...; overwhelming people; reeling it in; pouting; catching myself pouting and really liking people who don't resent me if i smile about it; har-ing; girls named steve who dare to like me, but after i balk won't let me like them and only let me like myself, which i so painfully hate doing and really mostly don't, except when the stenciled-on world gets to vanish and the best parts of it are left to remain; all-stars; loons; buffalo; platen presses

I'd like to meet:

some pistachios

Music:

Bonnie Raitt, pet shop boys, the who, weezer, cracker, erasure, the notwist, Donna Summer, sleater-kinney, the breeders, the pretenders,tom petty, pixies, roxy music, cyndi lauper, liz phair, joni mitchell, the who, led zeppelin, Bessie Smith, Ray Charles, Sam and Dave, Lena Horne, Martha and the Vandellas, Tracy Chapman, Marianne Faithfull, funky women singers and songwriters in general, madness, bob dylan, the kinks, the band, The go-gos, sha-na-na, the waitresses, beach boys, the fave, rocking chairs, old school rap, folk, punk, rock, folk punk, folk rock, drum n bass, hip hop, soul, motown, disco, flamenco, polka, traditional international music, esp. irish and celtic; brahms, frou frou, blonde redhead (equally damaged and in particular); air; air w beth hirsch; le tigre; cristopher cross; cat power; ladytron; rasputina; the go-gos; the bangles; stravinsky; mendelssohn, chopin, debussy, tchaikovsky, wind, freight trains passing, nina simone, ray charles, peter gabriel, led zeppelin, toots and the maytals, penguins milling, happy buzzing throngs; prince

Movies:

Working Girl; Vibes; Regarding Henry; return of the jedi; Adam and Steve; best in show, shadow of the vampire, platoon, except the part about people dying and killing; inherit the wind, anne of green gables, ferris bueller's day off, ghostworld, wind, wild at heart, wild hearts can't be broken, switch, ma vie en rose (semi-), movies

Television:

Clicklist; Roseanne; for a rebus to freudian s&m/unraveling the feminine mystique, see tom and jerry (ow)

Books:

gertrude stein, edward gorey, colette, Thorton Wilder, Zora Neale Hurston, Maya Angelou, Bill Watterson, Tom Robbins, Truman Capote, e e cummings, Henry James, Jean Toomer, Edmund Spenser, William Blake; Virginia Woolf, Mary Wollstonecraft, Frank O'Hara, Jack Kerouac (besides On The Road), Ken Kesey, William Burroughs, Gilliaume Apollinaire, Joan Didion, Kurt Vonnegut; i'm sure there's someone i'm forgetting and feel bad about.. maybe it sometime comes to me.sometimes i wonder, how they stopped living their books enough times in a while to write down, and all so well, and if more than once, as many times, i do wonder that so much, and so often.. and where ~ is ~ the grotto. blotto. oh; sigh; oh, sigh oh

Heroes:

gunther gable williams, because his job was so neat, and while everybody was watching him he could still do what he did, embracing the joy with the tigers (was it lions or tigers, or both) every scintillating (gag me, what i mean is come on guys wow how bout that, that's something really cool) priceless, death-defying, breathless moment

My Blog

events

Who's down? Who's around? Who who hoo, i'm an owl -may 9: arrival of o. buitrago, known felon (never tried, never convicted) and international man of mystery; combined belated 30th/29th birthday drink...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Sat, 10 May 2008 04:44:00 PST

funny ha ha, or maybe more in an interesting sort of way

I wanted to make everyone proud, by announcing my official comedy debut (outside of previous profficient heckling, and counter-heckling the audience while singing at the Goldhawk’s open&nbs...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 04:05:00 PST

South African Elephants In Jeopardy

I don’t know what kind of activism there is to get involved in this, but I wanted to bring it to the attention of those who don’t know, because I didn’t, and I’m glad that I do...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 11:53:00 PST

Diagram: open mouth/eat foot (breakfast of champions, no mushrooms; onion and toe punk twist)

So I think the term junkie is kind of derogatory and pigeonholing, and I’d like to attempt to remercy myself for using it. I went back and changed my last blog. So somebody used heroin alot...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 11:28:00 PST

hit-and-run cock-eyed optimist art critique

    In the middle of a too-short jog, I stuck my head in briefly at a feminist art show about war today. I saw two works. One was an intense, impressionistically minimalist, painti...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 11:56:00 PST

bad editing; less artsy, more fartsy

I want to make a confession. I lose confidence in my work and then I overedit stuff. Especially when I'm writing online. Maybe that should be a hint to me that I tend to overwrite too. anyway... ...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 08:45:00 PST

to the non-parasitic and non-pareil insect avant-garde

This is a fragment of the poem group i read at the mary benson gallery this past October. I lost the better part of it, including a rad poem about mary-fucking but i lost it on the old St. Franci...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 06:02:00 PST

Edit

line as originally written and/or submitted for intermidiate poetry portfolio, winter 99 from "a piece" (I think) if there were room for rescue in a burning house of sympathies, condolence would ...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 05:29:00 PST

dog farts

they're everywhere. so is oxygen... that is some kind of comfort. its strange. it's strange, strangling, maddening comfort. i would reject it, but i can't. my body's too glad to be here and that...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 03:18:00 PST

shit dreams, shit realities

i dreamed the other morning that i was the singer on tour with a band. i think it was coldplay.. we were in a dressing room that became an arena hallway, with neon lights buzzing, scratchily flickeri...
Posted by super duper goober goner gun (wow fuck shes fun) on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 10:20:00 PST