excessively reveling in books that have nothing to do with now, here, or me. meeting people who can dance badly with me at homemade dance parties nonstop. walking and talking. vegging and talking. loving and talking. drinking fresh, pulpy, in a carton orange juice. and generally just destroying and then saving, the world.
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anything that i can dance to. or cry to.keyword: lame
brazil, cube, sex lies and videotape, l'equipier, the big chill, what about bob, caddyshack, apocalypse now redux, igby goes down, moonstruck, pretty woman, le soleil assassine, blade runner, blade, rocky II-IV,evil dead II, grease 2, secretary, cecil b demented, look who's talking, white palace, the crush, starship troopers, showgirls, dune, une liaison pornographique, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, drop dead fred, red shoe diaries, anything with shannon tweed, anne of green gables....TOO MANY!!! TOO MANY!!!!
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i just cant remember or have no real space for an exhaustive list---like trying to fuck a squirrel with a whale. so all i will say is that i like books, a lot. and maybe a little too much. and if you call me pretentious, ill make you cry out for gramma when im done with you. ive read enough to know things.
van gogh for trying something new at 27 and being the father of diy so maybe there's still time...for communism and crack.BUT SERIOUSLY since you never asked:im pretty sure that greatness can only come from those that are imperfect. perfection breeds boundaries. boundaries are for losers. and ocd dogs.regardless, you all scare me.