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ink transplant in Brighton

A lonely answer.

About Me

What depth?
"Oh, it stands still,
Like a lover unclothed.
The sun glows, but it does not shine.
The wind blows, but it does not move.
From the eye to the mouth,
Deshelled and castrated portions.
You're in love with intimacy.
The spider that kills for fun,
Hours and hours that trickle by.
Between these is the sun,
When summer was real".

I like big blondes and I cannot lie.
I am not a profile.
I used to be an Aquafresh man but Colgate is ever gaining momentum.
My thoughts flitter between dizzying heights, and grounded lows.
I'd rather express myself via the medium of messages or face-to-face chat than a stagnant 'About Me' section.

I'm a product ; disappointed.
MSN: [email protected]

My Interests

Home: Reading .
Uni: Falmer & Brighton .
Post Uni: Leeds , Manchester , Bristol , Birmingham .
Undecided.
Conversation, the loyal, woven words, subtle explosive expression, emotive & diverse music, flossing, silence, barriers, hours beyond midnight, sex, banter, Dry Dock, space of all kind, connections, cocktails, Gallo, pauses between noise, mistakes, hugs, my Bonsai, dreams, facial interaction, nature, tragedy, nostalgia, people comprehension, dancing: drinking, tears & depression, appropriate inappropriateness.
Not politics, pretence, faux-intellect or Fearne Cotton.

I'd like to meet:

Those possessing the knowledge of ATP.
Gentlemen with gorgeous genes, shapely personalities, & the powers of acceptance & respect.
People from Berkshire, Sussex, London, & the north. Message away.
Where I'd like to visit:
Amsterdam.
Beijing.
Chicago.
Reykjavik.
Stockholm.
Sydney.
Tokyo.
Toronto.
Venice.
MySpace, circa 2004.
MySpace, keeping the truth about people since 2003.
©2003-2008 MySpace. All Rights Reserved.

Music:

Stalkers: click
Currently bumming: Sia & Zero 7 & Emily Haines.

I wish I'd seen: A Perfect Circle. Adam Green. Adam Rickett. Aimee Mann. Alanis Morissette. The Album Leaf. Alicia Keys. The American Analog Set. Amusement Parks On Fire. Ani DiFranco. Animal Collective. Annie Lennox. Antony & The Johnsons. Aretha Franklin. Ashanti. Bat For Lashes. The Beach Boys. The Beatles. Beirut. Ben Folds. Beta Band. Beth Orton. Bill Withers. Billy Preston. The Bird & The Bee. Camille. The Carpenters. Chemical Brothers. Cocteau Twins. Courtney Love. The Cranberries. Daft Punk. David Bowie. Deep Purple. Depeche Mode. Diana Ross & The Supremes. Dolly Parton. Earth, Wind & Fire. Elastica. Elliott Smith. Emiliana Torrini. Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton. Emmylou Harris. Eurythmics. Eva Cassidy. Fiona Apple. Fleet Foxes. Fleetwood Mac. Frank Sinatra. Frou Frou. Garbage. Genesis. Hole. Ian Dury & The Blockheads. The Isley Brothers. Jack Off Jill. James Brown. Janis Joplin. Jeff Buckley. Jenny Lewis. Jimi Hendrix. Joanna Newsom. Johnny Cash. Joni Mitchell. Joy Division. Kate Bush. Kool & The Gang. LAMB. Laura Marling. Led Zeppelin. Lemon Jelly. Lemonheads. Leonard Cohen. Lisa Loeb. M People. Mary J. Blige. Mercury Rev. Michelle Branch. Miles Davis. Moby. Mogwai. The Moldy Peaches. Morcheeba. The Music. N*E*R*D. Nancy Sinatra. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Nick Drake. Nina Simone. Nirvana. No Doubt. Norah Jones. Nouvelle Vague. Our Broken Garden. P Diddy. Patti Smith. Pink Floyd. Police. Porcupine Tree. Portishead. Prince. The Prodigy. Queen Adreena. Sarah McLachlan. Scarling. Siobhan Donaghy. Siouxie & The Banshees. Skunk Anasie. The Smiths. Sonic Youth. Spooks. Stone Roses. Strokes. Sufjan Stevens. The Sugarcubes. Talking Heads. Tears For Fears. Television. The Band. The The. Tom Vek. Tortoise. Velvet Underground. Venetian Snares. Veruca Salt. The Waiting Room. Weezer. The White Stripes. Whitney Houston. The Who. Zero 7. etc.

Movies:


Television:


Neighbours, should be there for one another. That's when good neighbours, become, good, friends. Doodoo - doo - doodoo - doo - doo.

Books:

Id, Idle, Idol, & Idyll.

Heroes:

Suck & see.

My Blog

Shows.

2008:Stars in February.Polysics in February.Bjork in April.Low in April. Delays in May. - cancelled. Laura Veirs in July. They Came From The Stars, I Saw Them in July.Reading Festival [Friday] in A...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 08:59:00 PST

Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins.

Nothing is ever as good as it was And what's good for your soul Will be bad on your nerves if you reverse it. It's bound to melt your heart One way or another It's bound to melt your heart For good o...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Thu, 15 May 2008 06:34:00 PST

Inside the confessional.

Inside the confessional the walls are a bleak, blackish grey. Drip marks run down the dim reflective surfaces. Caught here, words become lost. A vortex of selected truths to selected faces; faces able...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 08:37:00 PST

The grey is softer beneath a dull blade.

I have no time for grey. You say you are black, and you say you are white. No.You say you are white, and you say you are black. No.I say you are grey. I say you are grey because you wait, and you wait...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 05:24:00 PST

Snow in August.

It’s snow in August. Fragile and prematurely disintegrating, like we have done. Such differences in a blizzard of the hopeless. When we are constrained by divorce, where...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 05:22:00 PST

Die Another Day.

You are a chameleon. How do you advance with no one to hold? You are a butterfly. Sex shops, blowjobs, some hugs, nice fucks. Fluttering. I am the grey cobbled street you walk upon. I want...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 03:54:00 PST

I swam toward you with my rotary arms. We found one another.

The conjoined have love plunged deep into their earthy roots& It surfaces, vegetates, and entangles itself amidst the incongruous limb placements. Becoming one, learning to think of closeness as neces...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 04:19:00 PST

Intimacy.

My mind is like one of those cheap toys; perhaps a dog that flips upward, whose actions jerk back and forth in a horribly unrealistic yet oddly mesmerising way. Like that dog flipping away from the gr...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 05:52:00 PST

10 people for now.

10 things written about 10 different people in my life. Guess which one you are. 1) It’s been almost a year. I was petrified about talking to you, for fear of being ignored, despite the connect...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 01:02:00 PST

Prolonged.

I sat watching the bottle spin: roulette of a sickly feeling, of the inevitable. Its speed declined but you did not; your lips pressed with a strangers, you wore a ring removed.My lips grew cold, quiv...
Posted by ink transplant in Brighton on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 03:34:00 PST