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Those anarcho-punks are fucking mysterious

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I'm in need of some major change.
Likes:
Looking at cities from a distance

Vegetarianism (errrh, used to be)
Philosophy
I sling the six string
Folk Music
Upper Bidwell
Potatoes, Rice and Bread
Politics
You
Dislikes:
Religion
Violence
You
Nano Pets
Overuse of drugs and alcohol.
You're tired. I'm dead... and Sanity is Over-rated.......
"I know a girl who cries when she practices violin because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie." -Conor Oberst


"I've got soul but I'm not a soldier." - Brandon Flowers

We want a band that plays loud and hard every night. That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door. That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing but a plate of food and a place to rest. They'd strike chords that cut like a knife. It would mean so much more than a t-shirt or ticket stub, they would stop at nothing short of a massacre. Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always belonged. We would dance like no one was watching, with one fist in the air. Our arenas just basements and bookstores across an underground America. With this fire we could. We want a scene where the music is free, where beer is not the life of the party. There's no need to shit talk or impress cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon.
And every promise that's made and bragged would be meant if not kept. We'd do it all because we have to not because we know why. Beyond a gender race and class we could find what really holds us back. Let's make everybody sing that they are the beginning and ending of everything. That we are all stronger than everything they taught us that we should fear.

My Interests

San Fran
Folk Music
Logic
My Education
Cooking
Literature Long Distance Friendships
Sustainability
Cigarettes and Wine Small Venues
David Bowie
Banjo's
Six Strings

I'd like to meet:



^^The Avett Brothers - Talk on Indolence^^

Music:

The Avett Bros.
Murder by Death
Fugazi
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Against Me!
7 Seconds
The Gaslight Anthem
Cursive
Bright Eyes
Circa Survive
Son, Ambulance
Saosin
New Tomorrow
Saul Williams
Sage Francis

Damien Rice
Old Crow
Mates of State
The Dresden Dolls
The Mars Volta
Tom Waits
Tegan and Sara
Blonde Redhead
The Red Paintings
Immortal Technique
Rx Bandits
The Sound of Animals Fighting
The Postal Service
Rilo Kiley
A Skylit Drive
Now It's Overhead
Straylight Run
The Floorbirds
Deathcab for Cutie
Langhorne Slim
Ethan Steffensen Music
Carl Gerkin
1515
Bootjack Stompers
Bowie
AFI
Tiger Army
Thursday
Western Addiction
Alkaline Trio
Taken By Surprise
The Receiving End of Sirens
Circle Takes the Square
The Fall of Troy
As Cities Burn
Nine Inch Nails
None More Black
Langhorne Slim
Amanda Palmer

Movies:

Fight Club
I
28 Days Later
Sin City
The Life Of David Gale
Girl, Interrupted
Eternal Sunshine
Silence of the Lambs
Red Dragon
Hannibal
Hannibal Rising
Donnie Darko
Clockwork Orange
The Rules of Attraction

Television:

House M.D.

Books:

Huxley
Orwell
Palahniuk
Ellis
Selby Jr.

My Blog

Update. 9/07/07

I'm happyI'm absolutely in love with schoolChico's kind of lame, but its temporarily homeI'm used to itMy faith in the Bush administration is still lower than everI still have a passionate hate for th...
Posted by Those anarcho-punks are fucking mysterious on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 02:04:00 PST

Hopeless Romanticism Died Today/ What the Hell is Happening to Me.

There have most definitely been some big big changes in my life as of the last month. I've lost my best friend (and lover) and my sanity from my workplace being my place of living (don't get out much)...
Posted by Those anarcho-punks are fucking mysterious on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 09:39:00 PST

My sweetest, yet distant friend...

My sweetest yet distant friend,         I was sitting in a trench the other day conversing with the cyst thats invading my heart. It was telling me how it isn't comf...
Posted by Those anarcho-punks are fucking mysterious on Sun, 05 Feb 2006 02:22:00 PST

Genocide raping my head... (not a poem)

I want to rape your veins and then pave over them as if nothing ever happened. I just wrote the longest blog ever and then deleted it all by fucking accident.... yes... i'm in a shitty mood. I no long...
Posted by Those anarcho-punks are fucking mysterious on Sun, 08 Jan 2006 03:29:00 PST