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Gus

heart broken boy wonder

About Me

I work at a comic book shop on the weekends and substitute at a preschool on the weekdays. Both nerds and kids love the beard. I direct theatre. I write shitty poetry. You know that little thing that hangs down in the back of your throat? Well, you may take it for granted, but mine allows me to time travel. That's right, mother-fucker. Time Travel.Oh and I'm the artistic director of this theatre company or whatever.Check us out www.myspace.com/jackalopetheatre or at our soon to be updated site at www.jackalopetheatre.org

My Interests

underground hip hop, beat authors, bits of twine, hats that fit, words that rhyme with "pipsqueak".

I'd like to meet:

Tintin. Seriously,

Music:

Melancholy Gypsies, Mystik Journeymen, Half-Handed Cloud, Yusef Lateef, Elliot Smith, Souls of Mischief, The Elected, Del tha Funkee Homosapien, The Coup, Miles Davis, Mates of State, Of Montreal, Pharcyde, Dr. Octagon, Chet Baker, Nick Drake, Dan the Automator, DJ Shadow, Animal Collective, Qbert and the Invisible Scratch Piklz, Peanut Butter Wolf, Architecture in Helsinki, Sunspot Jonz, Madlib, Five Deez, Tilly and the Wall, Dialated Peoples, Akbar, Green Olive Monsters, John Coltrane, Modest Mouse, Atmosphere, Super Furry Animals and so on and so forth.And Philip Glass

Movies:

Anything by Terry Gilliam. Marx Brothers, The Thin Man, The Basil Rathbone/Nigel Bruce Sherlock Holmes films, The Impostors, Charade, Ocean's Eleven (the rat pack one), A Hard Day's Night,

Television:

Simpsons, Tim and Eric Awesome Show- Good Job, Flight of the Conchords, Dexter. That's it, though not having a television has made me a new fan of bad programming

Books:

Kerouac (Anything) Alan Watts (Anything) DT Suzuki (Understanding Zen) Dave Eggert (Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius) William Burroughs (Junky and Naked Lunch) Orson Scott Card (Enders Game) William Gibson (Nueromancer) Philip K. Dick (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? i.e. Blade Runner) Nick Hornby (High Fidelity) Piet Hien (Grooks) Heinlen (Stranger in a Strange Land) Lewis Carol "aka Charles Dogsdon" (Alice in Wonderland/Through Looking Glass) CS Lewis (The Screwtape Letters)

Heroes:

There are no heroes left... God is Dead... And I'm hungry.

My Blog

middle child

before i was born my parents had two children,twins.the few pictures i have of them they are small pinkbundles.a tuft of blond hair sprouts out of the top of my older sister’shead.they lived for...
Posted by Gus on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 12:38:00 PST

When Lily Flew

does it say something about my state of mind that i can only churn out childrens poetry? probably. an oldie-When Lily FlewThe ever-present sleepless nightspreceded by the hurtful fightsthat ended with...
Posted by Gus on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 07:01:00 PST

Jeremy

Jeremy Black was silly and fatand was often remarked as a smarty.A most polular boy, his presence enjoyedby all manner of guests at his parties....
Posted by Gus on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 11:29:00 PST

maxine

Maxine LaPeet had the tiniest feetand worried what people would say.She got some new shoes made for kangaroosand wore them at work and at play.
Posted by Gus on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 03:00:00 PST

arthur

Arthur Van Dittle was tiny and little and wholly considered withdrawn.He sat in the park and wrote until dark about rides that he couldn't go on....
Posted by Gus on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 12:38:00 PST

happy pie and angry cake

Well, it's all a bit different now from the pabst swilling fall down summer gus.I'm havin a rough time of it and it's strange. I'm happy, which is an odd layer of the cake that I'm not used to dealing...
Posted by Gus on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 12:33:00 PST

Good lord I need a job.

if i fill out another application i'm gonna die.   seriously die.
Posted by Gus on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 01:52:00 PST

ta-da

it seems everyone vanishes poof. smoke. a cheap trick and i am not impressed. perhaps it's generational and we see each other as disposable. recyclable. i'll meet a new you in a different town or down...
Posted by Gus on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 04:33:00 PST

huff puff

a silent piggy i sit pensieve on my cushion inside my hut of brick- anticipating wind with great gales to tear this house asunder. to be eaten with your sheeps' clothing spread across my floor. &...
Posted by Gus on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 07:06:00 PST

children's army

so let us all jump in as children- hands clasped and faces flushed- we trail daisies in our wake.   take heart for a quiet kindly wolf will lead our flock....
Posted by Gus on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 03:14:00 PST