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el chico y su locura

A luka, porque tambien somos lo que hemos perdido

About Me

He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made for more comfortable pillows..................................................... .....................................I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

My Interests

Stealing cars, dancing with gayers, kissing girls that look a bit like coffee, chain smoking, burning bridges, debauchery, photography, fuck nostalgia keep moving, daydreaming, you, me, Spain, sleeping, thinking about that tattoo, scars, reinvention, lovers, writing, eggs and bacon, songs, laughter, white lines, nights that turn into days, but not days that turn into weeks, stimulants, eyes, mouths, fucking around with good intentions, human riots. reading, 4am geniuses, exercise, kindness, the weather, cinema.

I'd like to meet:

Spanish Eyes and South American mouths.

Music:

Songs not bands (apart from the Clash), somewhere in a film, on the dancefloor with a lover inside your mind on a bus with memories humming away: All along the watch tower, Jimi Hendrix. Love will tear us apart, Joy Division. Where is my mind, Pixies. Pinky Ring, Wu Tang Clan. Summertime, Sublime. Golden Brown, The Stranglers. Another Girl Another Planet, The Only Ones. Anything by The Clash. Do you remember the first time?, Pulp. Use Me, Bill Withers. Can I kick It?, Tribe called Quest. F.E.A.R, Ian Brown. Pin, The YYY's. Heartbeats, The Knife. Little fluffy clouds, The Orb. We're going to be friends, The White Stripes. Andy Warhol, David Bowie. Can't you hear me knocking?, The Rolling Stones. Fried my little brains, The Kills. California Waiting, The Kings of Leon. Ms Jackson, Outkast. I wanna be your dog, Iggy Pop and The Stooges. The day I tried to live, Soundgarden. No one knows, Queens of the Stone age. Hounds of Love, The Futureheads. Make me smile (come up and see me), Steve Harley Cockney rebel. Boy's don't cry, The Cure. There goes the fear, The Doves. Heart Shaped Box, Nirvana. Someday, The Strokes. Rebellion (lies), The Arcade Fire. A man needs to be told, The Charlatans. Chan Chan, Buena Vista Social Club. Tijuana Lady (para usted Elisa! x), Gomez. Save Me, Aimee Mann. Tonight Tonight, Smashing Pumpkims. Don't Think Twice, Bob Dylan. Folsom Prison Blues, Johnny Cash. Gypsy death and you, The Kills.

Movies:

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Sting, Rules of attraction, The beat my heart skipped, The Horseman on the roof, Buffalo 66, Old Boy, The Matrix, Alfie, Donnie Brasco, Cool hand Luke, Autofocus, Memento, Irriversable, Natural Born Killers, Badlands, Dead man's shoes, Amores Perros, La Haine, The station Agent, City of God, High Fidelity, L'Appartement, A Clockwork Orange, Shaun of the dead, Y tu mama tambien, Forest Gump, Run lola run, Fight Club, Get Carter, One flew over the cucko's nest, As good as it gets, To Kill a Mockingbird, Edward Scissorhands, Girl Interrupted, Trading Places, Les amants du pont neuf, Unbreakable, The Filth and the Fury, I heart Huckerbees, The Royal Tenenbaums, The Commitments.

Television:

Some of these aint on no more but when they were: M*A*S*H, Colombo, E.R, Ren & Stimpy, The Simpsons (not the musical ones or the ones about Lisa...dull), Futurama, Scrubs, Frasier (although it took a while), Game On, Who rules the world? Man in a suitcase, The Office, Extras, Phoenix Nights, documentaries on corruption of the world and conspiracy theories (not X-files although i did think it was real when I first watched it).

Heroes:

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My Blog

Xerox Dreams

"My only regret in life is that I wasn't somebody else", read the graffiti on the back wall of the old Goldsmiths Tavern. I was jumping around to ska and punk, lost in a mind that thought its greatnes...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 06:23:00 PST

Viva la Manana

Would you allow me to not only but also? He sat in the corner of an abandoned triangle trying to overcome Decembers ability to be a whore. Hunger had digitally scrambled his Tuesday night spoon and hi...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 08:22:00 PST

Dear Vasudeva (Note to Self)

My young friend your brain is a sponge. Soak up the sun and discover. Never wait for anybody. Be kind, but not at the expense of your own personal long term being. Move like a lover and think like a t...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 01:21:00 PST

Another one goes by...

  So I caught the same tube that you always do, but this must have been the morning that you were late and I was eagerly early. I missed you by four minutes and ended up writing into the free Lo...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 07:20:00 PST

Terminal 5

My dear friend, When I leave will you say goodbye? I really need to leave this city. The memories kill me. I am so distant from the present, my mind is always somewhere else. I've taught myself not to...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Tue, 22 May 2007 06:57:00 PST

Dear Jenny...

I hope that you are alright. It's okay that you don't reply... I understand that there can be many small reasons. Sometimes it's a new boy, sometimes it's no time, sometimes it's that the past is wher...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Thu, 10 May 2007 06:07:00 PST

Straw heart

I wish I had a straw heart. I would burn the edges with my disposable lighter that matches the disposable moments and encounters. I would watch it burn on the table, whilst the fire dilated my pupils ...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 09:12:00 PST

The truth about a Thursday

Three coffees, two cigarettes, a shower and a blast of my favourite track. I wanted to calm down and speed up again. I wanted to be a picture in a fashion magazine and play guitar at the Scala. I want...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 07:16:00 PST

An Oceans Speech

Shamed into submission my days are numbered hitch hiking and sluming along this road. I have to get back on that tube, that bus and that train of thoughts that made me nauseas five days out of seven. ...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 10:31:00 PST

The portrait of a man at war with himself.

I realised the other day that the only way to combat my depression andloneliness and shear emptiness and frustration of not achieving anythingstarts and ends with me. That's real fucking unfortunate t...
Posted by el chico y su locura on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 03:14:00 PST