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Delicious Mayhem

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

|| HEAL THE SICK. RAISE THE DEAD. CLEANSE THE LEPERS. CAST OUT THY DEMONS ||
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What brings you here?
Did you take a wrong turn while looking at the sort of profiles you weren't supposed to be?
Well now you've gone and done it. You've reached the point of no return. You may as well read on. Know me long enough and you'll quickly realize that I'm not that great at talking about myself. Nine times out of ten, I'll just end up confusing the shit out of you.
But hey, don't let that stop you. I fucking shred. I also like everything that you like, and that makes us best friends.
So come, join in my reindeer games. I currently have no reindeer, and all we can play is Hungry Hungry Hippos, but fun will be had nonetheless.
Why?
Well for one thing, I have this innate knack for saying seemingly profound things that will regale you with just enough flowery prose to obscure the fact that I am every bit as screwed up and average as you are. It's a gift, really.
I live for certain subtleties in this world that most people would just assume pass by. God is in the details, but then again god is also in my friends list. I'm not kidding.
I collect lighters. I don't really smoke, I just like fire.
I drive fast. The way in which I operate a vehicle is far too reckless for anyone who has people in his life who care about his well-being. It is all part of my master plan to die a stereotypical rockstar death la "decapitated in fiery crash" or "choking to death on my own vomit". Rockstars either die when they're 27 or 28, so I better get crackin'.
Update:
It appears that I'm going to have to postpone the glamorous rockstar death due to my soon-to-be-married status. I now plan on living to upwards of 90 to 500 depending on what sort of neat-o futuristic advances in medical science become available.

My Interests

Shapes and c o l o r s

I'd like to meet:

This ever-expanding clusterfuck that I call a "friends list" is the result of time spent toiling way in the salt mines of myspace searching for those worthy to joining my holy crusade. That being said, I don't really know just what we'll be crusading for yet. Ask again tomorrow.

Honestly, I'm not very good establishing a set of standards concerning the people I tend to surround myself with. Hillbillies, space mutants, seedy drunks, degenerate musicians, Taiwanese tattooists, net admins, cartoonists, hairdressers, Yakuza thugs, shrimp boat captains, blackjack dealers, medicine men, subway prophets, record store employees, Nicaraguan guerilla insurgents, tractor drivers, generous pharmacists, Guitar Center bag-checkers, people who don't mind my tendency to write my profile in the third person...The field is more or less wide open.

Just be you, the rest will work itself out.

Music:

I could list my musical proclivities here, but I'll keep that to myself for now for the sake of myspace's margins. I've spent the last 10 years or so of my life as an insurgent within the music industry, and have become rather comfortable with the fact that it will more or less play a vital role in my existence for the rest of my natural life.

I tend to collect bands on myspace. Some you may know, some you may not, but they are all deserving of your attention. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

HOTT LAVVVA

The Hourly Radio

Stara Zagora

The Paper Chase

the aeffect

Ladytron

Silent Drive

Doves

stellastarr

Vedera

bril

Le Shok

The Golden Falcons

Mermaid Purse

Fair to Midland

TahDahs

Shock Nagasaki

The Feds

Centro-matic

minibar

Ezra

The Apathy Code

Riddle of Steel

the Chemistry Set

Exit 51

jetscreamer

The Shocker

Student Film

Thunderball Fist

TELECOM

CosineParallel

the Human Flight Committee

Kid Pangea and The Pangea Kids

The Falkon (R.I.P.)

Midnight Raven Choir (R.I.P.)

Snowden

Alabama Blacksnake

The Kick

El Gato

The Knives

Trillion

House of Fools

Steel Train

STRATA

The Nuevos!

FIRE BUG

The Capsules

Current Leaves

Tycho

Burke

Skeleteen

pinehurst kids

The Ten

Cord

Midlake

El Oso

FAR STAR

They Walk The Line

Legendary Shack Shakers

I AM THE AVALANCHE

Marianne Baker

The Icarus Line

The Forms

Single Frame

Angeles Drake

uffie

Socratic

A Wilhelm Scream

gingerbread patriots

Opus Dai

Stop the Revolution

Red Animal War

Burden Brothers

Spoonfed Tribe

Band of Horses

TV-OD

Final Boss

Does It Offend You, Yeah?

The Ivy Walls

Q-Burns Abstract Message

Radiant

Horse the Band

The Hero Factor

Adam Derry

Jets Overhead

M.I.A.

SoundsGood

The Kohl Heart

The Timeline Post

Damon Aaron

Margo Tea Company

Grey Does Matter

Approach

Record Hop

A.i.

The House Harkonnen

The Rubber Maids

DEEP THINKERS

The Black Angels

mandarin (R.I.P.)

RADIO BERLIN

Modico

Roma 79

The Mexicolas

The Coma Lilies

the stella link

Mile High School

Washington Lane

Burning Brides

FUNbOY

Minus the Bear

Mike Doughty

Old 97's

BOY

Lords of Altamont

Mountain Con

Movies:

I've seen a shitload of movies, but a select few special films have managed to destroy me on levels unknown to human emotion. These films include Primer, Waking Life, Pi, Memento, Brazil, 2001, Baraka, The Shawshank Redemption, Akira, Heat, L.A. Confidential, High Fidelity, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, Traffic, SLC Punk, and 24 Hour Party People.

Television:

I watch Iron Chef and Mythbusters. The greatest achievements of television programming. EVER.

Books:

I derive the purest of sexual pleasure from the written word. I whore my time to a variety of authors, poets, scribes, lyricists, ranters, ravers, and mentally unbalanced degenerates who find a pen and paper.

I prefer the works of Old Kingdom Chinese philosophers such as Mencius, Lao Tzu, and Confucius, but I'll read just about anything. Except Tom Clancy.

Heroes:

Frank Lloyd Wright, Li Qui Gong, Chomsky (as in Noam), Nader, Kandisnky, Saul Bass, Herb Lubalin, Howard Bloom, Walter Gropius, Charlie Mingus, Pontiac, Aristotle, Paul Rand, Coach Landgraf, Cochise, my grandfather...and Dobbs, praise Dobbs.

My Blog

Suicide Cola

You know how when you were kids you used to fill a 24 oz. soft drink cup with every available choice at the soda fountain? And by "when you were kids" I mean "22 years old." Here at the offices of ...
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I know. I've been missing lately.

I'll start writing again soon, dear friends. I promise.
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

One last shot. Then we're on.

The sterile burn of luke-warm alcohol down the back of your throat snaps you out of the memorized stupor conjured by the drum beat pulse of your heart pounding. Your already elevated body temperature ...
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I'm going to break a personal rule here...

For what is the first and probably the only time I will ever do so on here, I'm posting lyrics that aren't mine. On the rare occasion that I have time to sit down and think these days, I occasionally ...
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

On being part of the problem...

I've been getting some questions lately. For the most part, a great deal of these questions pertain to my occasional posts in the "News and Politics" section of Myspace's forums. The scope of thes...
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Change is afoot...

As you may or may not have been able to gather, I have taken on a life of piracy. I am a heathen descendent of great plains nomads, chanting into the sky for rain, who cast away his earth-bound exi...
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

untitled #31

They breathe in the same space They fill our lungs with incense They paint the hallways with idle hands held firm in the west winds... bitter cold Here in this bed we lay, suspending patterns o...
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Yet another observation...

Once again, I am going to be a dick and post about what seems to be yet another myspace archetype. Standard female profile picture guideline 31-A: -Hold digital camera above head using right arm...
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I need a break.

I've barely had any time off in 4 years, kids. I'm taking this one to Mexico. Be back in a week. Try not to trash the place while I'm gone.
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Awake

Slow Roosevelt played for the last time tonight. One more notch irrevocably carved into my skin fades away. One more staple of my young adult life bows out. The curtains close. Exit stage right. It...
Posted by Delicious Mayhem on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST