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oli. h. anderson

If everybody likes you then you're probably doing something wrong...

About Me



dumb, stupid, and fucked-up.
http://www.myspace.com/soundofcigarettes

My Interests

smoking. drinking. writing. seeing spots.

I'd like to meet:


other optimists

Music:



sunny day real estate, jesus and mary chain,CAP 'N JAZZ, nine inch nails, leonard cohen, neil young, bob dylan, the doors, love, gang starr, air, jimmy eat world, lostage, polysics, operation ivy, black sabbath, the smashing pumpkins, nirvana, built to spill, propagandhi, propagandhi, jawbreaker, jeff buckley, beck, count five, jonathan richman and the modern lovers, clap your hands say yeah, beastie boys, my bloody valentine, interpol, beep, TEXAS IS THE REASON, sicko, jon spencer blues explosion, the shins, mazzy star, lou reed, velvet underground, led zeppelin, guns and roses, frank sinatra, propagandhi, dean martin, mew, radiohead, bill withers, the get up kids, eels, gomez, miles davis, sonic youth, bob marley, bloc party, chemical brothers, pj harvey, DESCENDENTS, face to face, weezer, pixies, the smiths, r.e.m, devo, daft punk, velvet teen, etcwhatever else tickles my willy...

Movies:

hitchcock, esp. north by northwest, strangers on a train... american beauty, bad lands, midnight cowboy, double indemnity, casablanca, fight club, pulp fiction, reservoir dogs, the lonely guy, the jerk, shane, scarface, dog day afternoon, the godfather, apocalypse now, thursday, swallowtail butterfly, leon, chinatown, the last picture show, vanishing point, etc....etc...

Television:

six feet under.

Books:

generation x, fight club, prozac nation, the autobiography of malcom x, the fountainhead, siddhartha, on the road, dharma bums, conversations with god, the richest man in babylon, naked lunch, beat literature, murakami, how-to's, and anything obscene.currently reading: crime and punishment by some russian guy

Heroes:

andy anderson, jack kerouac, alan ball, douglas coupland, leonard cohen, the dude, long lost friends, and jack nicholson.

My Blog

fuck you (not you though)

there is something on the tip of my tongue that i know i need to get out there. the only problem is that i don't know what it is. nor do i know that, if i did know, i would know how to share it with y...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 05:15:00 PST

posted for self-motivation purposes

new blog, coming very soon. 
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 02:31:00 PST

fuck you in the asinine

before leaving the office today i sour the atmosphere by letting whatever true feelings i have remaining to pollute the environment.  it begins with a "holy fucking shit!", followed by a "what th...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 08:21:00 PST

Verbal Mentsruation in Real Time

On my way home I storm through the supermarket.  Red and angry and pissed off because I just spent a whole day at work and I'm a mere lazy motherfucker who couldn't give two fucks. I tank straigh...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 07:38:00 PST

five digit disco

You are what you eat. A target market. Piles of shit stacked up and slapped against piles and slabs of waste food. Other people's laughter that you won't and can't quite understand. Plastic salads i...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 09:28:00 PST

5-Digit Disco

You are what you eat. A target market. Piles of shit stacked up and slapped against piles and slabs of waste food. Other people's laughter that you won't and can't quite understand. Plastic salads i...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 09:22:00 PST

5-Digit Disco

You are what you eat. A target market. Piles of shit stacked up and slapped against piles and slabs of waste food. Other people's laughter that you won't and can't quite understand. Plastic salads i...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 09:25:00 PST

5-Digit Disco

You are what you eat. A target market. Piles of shit stacked up and slapped against piles and slabs of waste food. Other people's laughter that you won't and can't quite understand. Plastic salad...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 09:07:00 PST

5-Digit Disco

You are what you eat. A target market. Piles of shit stacked up and slapped against piles and slabs of waste food. Other people's laughter that you won't and can't quite understand. Plastic salad...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 09:09:00 PST

5-Digit Disco

You are what you eat. A target market. Piles of shit stacked up and slapped against piles and slabs of waste food. Other people's laughter that you won't and can't quite understand. Plastic salad...
Posted by oli. h. anderson on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 09:10:00 PST