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Adam Banks Johnson

Adam Banks Johnson 11/03/1986-08/22/2006

About Me

Likes:
Post-mosh coitus
Cigarettes
Strummin' guitars
World Poker Tournament
Tofu
Crossword puzzles
Neon signs

Dislikes:
Leather jackets
Circuses
Text messaging
Java kids
PDAs
Clubbin'

...friendly— but not your friend. :)
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Music:

The Blood Brothers.
The Faint.
The Dresden Dolls.
Death From Above 1979.
The Plot.
The Mars Volta.
Of Montreal.
Hollywood Undead.
Scott Ludwig.
The White Stripes.
The Decemberists.
Sublime.
Imogen Heap.
Pay TV.
The Beta Band.
Neutral Milk Hotel.
The Beatles.
Death Cab for Cutie.
The Pink Spiders.
The Grateful Dead.
Joni Mitchell.
Alanis.
De Novo Dahl.
The Sounds.
The Whole Fantastic World.
Fiona.
Melt Banana.
Ryan Adams.
Radiohead.
The Privates.
The Chinese Stars.
Acid House Kings.
Phish.
Daughters.
Broken Social Scene.
Bob Marley.
Bright Eyes.
Rilo Kiley.
The Xray Spex.

Movies:

Kill Bill (vol. 1 and 2),
Thumbsucker,
Fargo,
The Squid and the Whale,
Me and You and Everyone We Know,
Melvin Goes to Dinner,
On Golden Pond,
American Beauty,
Requiem for a Dream,
A Home at the End of the World,
In the Gloaming,
Big Fish,
The Chumscrubber.

Television:

Adult Swim.
Laguna Beach.
Undressed (i'd stay up WAY too late for that as a pre-adolescent).
Daria.
Simple Life.
Food TV.
House MD.
Law and Order SVU.
Dead Like Me

Books:

The Hours,
Island,
My Horizontal Life,
The Guardian,
Confessions,
Thank You for Smoking,
Many Lives, Many Masters.

Heroes:


Heather

Marielle

My Blog

Drunken Necessity

I just wanted to let my alter ego know That i cant live like this anymore Nothing makes sense Nothing clicks I have too much time on my hands And not enough partners Things are strange when you are al...
Posted by Adam Banks Johnson on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 12:39:00 PST

Mothers Day

"A Blessing from My Sixteen Years' Son"   I have this son who assembled inside me during Hurricane Gloria. In a flash, he appeared, in a heartbeat. Outside, pines toppled.   Phone lines snap...
Posted by Adam Banks Johnson on Thu, 11 May 2006 09:12:00 PST

Goateed Chin

The way I see it, the only easy way out is hard. I talk to myself. Often. To see what I'll say. Sometimes the words uttered are unbelievable. I look in the mirror. Often. Sometimes the image makes m...
Posted by Adam Banks Johnson on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 10:34:00 PST

Chocolate Poker

Shared pain. He laid in the corner. At a party. One night. He wore tight denim. He wore a black shirt. He was crying. He was angry. He was too fucked up to stand. He curled into a ball. He looked over...
Posted by Adam Banks Johnson on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 09:56:00 PST

Kill Cupid.

I'm like a widower drowning in blood and tears. The sticky pink and white and red. Wondering how long it will take to ingest as much chocolate sewage as my stomach can handle. Put down your arrow...
Posted by Adam Banks Johnson on Tue, 14 Feb 2006 10:07:00 PST

Softly Focused

It was hard to do it again. I laid in bed last night. A different bed. And I stared at the ceiling, cringing at the noisy, unfriendly street below. My chest and your head rose and fell as I breathed. ...
Posted by Adam Banks Johnson on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 09:19:00 PST

Reoccuring Nightmare

An obstacle in my life just got erased on my birthday. What a gift. But it was just recently taken back. (I should've thrown away the reciept).   I've grown close to some great people. I've been...
Posted by Adam Banks Johnson on Tue, 08 Nov 2005 07:46:00 PST

Done

Mirror. v.  to gaze at one's self in a reflective surface. Even ugly kids mirror. When I awoke. I walked myself to the unfamiliar restroom of a strange apartment. When I looked into the mirror my...
Posted by Adam Banks Johnson on Mon, 26 Sep 2005 03:41:00 PST