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Patrick M. Enos

we judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others by which we have done

About Me

Deconstructionist

My Interests

draped in shame, cluttered desks, word origins, grape soda, VHS, being on the grind, subalterns, the digital revolution, suburb phenomena, answering machines, rotary dials, junk collecting, napkin scribbler, t.v. remote thief, pens, pink lady and spartan apples, gray ghosts, cyclical events, keeping keys from the 'telly', other people's I.D.s and C.C.s, all things gritty or grainy, faux-hemians

I'd like to meet:

my dreamweaver: pale skin, dark hair, light eyes, full lips, major attitude, prefers Depeche Mode to the Cure, is just self-aware enough to be confident but knows when it's appropriate to shoot from the hip, thinks that Summertime is the only good song Will Smith ever did or will ever do,, calls people out on their bullshit, doesn't feel the need to explain how she feels, has intelligence but can still be a dork, can be ready in 5 minutes, has seen Pink Flamingo's and thinks John Waters is a genius, she hates t.v. but can't stop watching reality shows just to pick them apart, has seen Real Genius on purpose--more than once,, she puts her hair up revealing a soft, smooth neck and nape,, uses make-up sparingly,, when she sports the heel she prefers a round toe, and rocks the wedge with style,,

Music:

some shit you probably never heard of

Movies:

todd solondz, charlie kaufman, wes anderson, richard linklater, sofia coppola, david lynch, cameron crowe, abrahams//zucker, coens, alfred hitchcock, spike jonze, larry clark

Television:

ADVENTURES IN HOLLYHOOD

Books:

The Sickness Unto Death

Heroes:

Huey Newton, Huey Lewis, Huey Duck

My Blog

9-10-08 @ 6:54 am

its so wild in the throes of the afterworld where the child is born after the circle of life contorts our mind and soul, the conscious effort to seem whole, the bold statements and the lying to one's ...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 08:03:00 PST

appropriating the sweater

It's only shallow people who dont judge on appearances...it's the ignorant ones who freeze in their judgement. Finding that one tune that jams the powerchords of your soul like a symphonic melody burs...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 04:07:00 PST

quickly and quietly

i couldn't help but notice the request for new pictures to jerk off to at 10,000 miles away, it wasn't my kool-aid to sip so i marched off to smother the twitch and be removed of your coordinates, let...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 09:31:00 PST

ignorance is me

just attempting to abbreviate the system of the subconscious which holds the key to the keyhole of which when you listen you hear the all about yourself, every time i wait to see what will happen ...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Wed, 07 May 2008 01:43:00 PST

allowing the clip

my cyber representation can come into focus shining on the clearest of windows, mix the gadgets and technology making my quest run astray each time the moon glows, minding the whistle of domains,...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Wed, 07 May 2008 10:08:00 PST

mind-sweeping

ahhh how the smile that she bears makes me wish it's me that she could look face to face and with a kindness to share when we stare back into each others countenance, an energy prepared in v...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:07:00 PST

what did you say??

tantamount feathering to get my cut-out to progress, my hair shows the colors of blending the scenery with crimson and burgundy, some of the things that annoy me so much i cant exude a peep, if you're...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 11:42:00 PST

cyborg infatuation

the illustration tempts the forces that appear as crooks and folk heroes by alleviating the poorest of subtleties which ignore the basis for a calamity that tests the facelift bound by ...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 10:49:00 PST

excercising the inner-excorcist

verbal gymnastics contract the lapse of judgement in fact, you should live a little and go smoke some crack, take a hit and hit the hay, going to bed steadfast and maintaining the dead memories as the...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 03:18:00 PST

kept close, held closer

affectionately wandering the levels of desire, the wind gusts move and the hair travels within the ethereal patterns of swaying swiftly and aimless, envisioning the deepness that saturates o...
Posted by Patrick M. Enos on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 04:52:00 PST