my kitten, my bike, eyes, writing, making stuff, ink, sun/trickster gods, cliffs/rooftops, ambient sounds, mythology, totems, used books, class war, synchronicity, cards, travel, everything/nothing, media/propaganda/meme theory, scars, sculpey, tofu, cooking, minimalism, free bins, full contact dominos, crossing the street together.
jacks or better to open - a patchwork heathen and miscreant. someone who plays with their food and the stars in the sky. smart smart smart.
and sweet (to me at least. and animals.) quirky like a fox, a cute mixed metaphor that never quite fits in. someone to cook and make things
with. a linguistic ninja who doesn't mind that i can't pronounce half the
words i know. someone not allergic to cats or tofu.
really, though? there aren't any rules. at least, none that i can figure out. and even if i did figure them out, i'd probably break them.
you know who you are.
i am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
in our eyes are mirror images and when
we kiss they're perfectly aligned
and i have to speculate that god himself
did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay
and true, it may seem like a stretch, but
its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
head when you're away when i am missing you to death
when you are out there on the road for
several weeks of shows and when you scan
the radio, i hope this song will guide you home
they will see us waving from such great
heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...
i tried my best to leave this all on your
machine but the persistent beat it sounded
thin upon listening
and that frankly will not fly. you will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with
the windows down when this is guiding you home
beeps, clicks, and whirs. chilled out sleepy beats. the sounds of nature and/or the city. rhythmic noise. tunes my grandpa probably listened to. the radio tuned between stations. apocalyptic surf music. the choir of voices in my head.
autechre, fugazi, godspeed! you black emperor, mum, boards of canada, quicksand, freescha, muslimgauze, skinny puppy, panasonic, mogwai, sam cooke, squarepusher, pink floyd, gescom, a tribe called quest, dirty three, rival schools, the police, dylan, gaye, armstrong, dj z-trip, led zeppelin
independent, foreign, black and white, zombie, western, kung fu, really stupid comedies, etc:
big lebowski, brazil, city of lost children, fight club, the great dictator, true romance, shaolin master killer, the apartment, fear and loathing in las vegas, rear window, altered states, verses, grave of the fireflies, adaptation, dr. strangelove, dead man, kill bill, blade runner, ichii the killer, akira, zoolander, the bicycle thief, evil dead trilogy, lotr trilogy, the man with no name trilogy, fahrenheit 451, spirited away, billy madison, the dreamers, tokyo drifter, yojimbo, leon, battle royale, the godfather (I & II), taxi driver, rosemary's baby, iron giant, the jerk, anything horror, anything kung fu.
i could go on. especially about the penguins.
long dead and buried. murdered, actually. with an axe. then thrown out the window. then pissed on. then, finally, buried. then we had a dance party on its grave.
anything that either wrecks my head or plants little seeds in it.
catch 22, the stranger, the stars my destination, huckleberry finn, the wasp factory, the wind-up bird chronicle, the illustrated man, geek love, watchmen, fast food nation, illusions, the little prince, the invisibles, transmetropolitan, trainspotting, hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, 1984, invisible monsters, no logo, good omens, requiem for a dream, motherless brooklyn, brave new world, cerebus, jonathan livingston seagull, dune, i ching, snow crash, preacher
you. live up to it.