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brice

Stallions not Ponys

About Me

My job is really cool, just don't ask me about it because it sounds really boring.One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

My Interests

bili lights. rollers not strollers. ..hockey ..good music ..design

I'd like to meet:

the frugal fun loving freaks and dreamers of los angeles. people who like to argue about culture and lifestyle just because it's more interesting than sports or relationship troubles. people who like to socialize while they drink.

Music:

the sound of laughter.a playfull voice.seductive whispers.silence.nature.keys on a grand piano.acoustic melodies ..hybrid ..juno reactor ..chemical brothers

Movies:

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Television:

My muse is fiction, in Technicolor, 5.1channel, High Definition. She laughs and cries and sings channel to channel. I stare at her with dull faded eyes, glancing upon her lies with little interest. It was years ago that I remember being so drawn in to her powerful spell. My muse’s spell has little effect now. I dare say she has lost her touch and I wonder if it is that same thing I miss within my music. Did Radio and Television take the same pill?

Books:

..Polahniuk

Heroes:

not applicable

My Blog

unpatriotic

I will support you the day that you admit that you are not protecting me but serving the private interests of the American political regime. You murder and pillage distant armies with only remote chan...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 05:22:00 PST

THE WALL WITHIN

To break out, one must break in, or break down.Moving to LA was a whim, not unlike many of my life's great changes. When I was 19 I was at community college, pondering what I was doing still at home,...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 10:15:00 PST

from the book

By this time next week, each guy on the Assault Committee has to pick a fight where he won't come out a hero. And not in fight club. This is harder than it sounds. A man on the street will do anyth...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 01:29:00 PST

kitty AIDS

I don't remember if I explained this story to everyone or not. A few months ago I was out here looking for an apartment when Sarah and I decided to go to Pink Berry for yogurt. We were walking aroun...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 02:26:00 PST

readjust your television

Ok seriously, this week has been rad. I've been posting lame "blogs" about more angst but seriously this has been a break out week for me. I have met some really cool strangers this week. Every one...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 02:05:00 PST

Moles and trolls, moles and trolls...work work work!

Sometimes the nicest feeling is when a perfect stranger (whatever that means) tell you to 'keep you head up'.  I think far greater is the feeling when a friend puts life in perspective for you an...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 02:33:00 PST

too long since the last

I wish this page could punch you in the face.  Make you bleed at your computer and heed the words I have written.  While I sit hear drinking my wine contemplating my life like the ignorant m...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 08:10:00 PST

my life in a cage

Stair at it long enough and the white abyss becomes a vacuum of unwritten thoughts missed as their moment passed by.  For too long it has remained this way, thoughts escaping into the open abyss ...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 05:33:00 PST

what is sin anyways?

A beer in bed. Its only Eleven tonight but Im sitting on my bed, drinking an ice cold Sam Adams. Strangely enough Talking Heads Once in a lifetime, is playing on iTunes. My room is actually warm d...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 12:06:00 PST

charts

Flying under your radar there is the flaw, the slow blade which penetrates the shield, sexually undulating until we are all connected. Is it the male ego which prevents it? Or the hetero female self ...
Posted by childhood heartthrob on Thu, 18 May 2006 03:09:00 PST