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About Me

the dichotomy of myspace whores vs. fer real whores used to occupy "about me" but i'm over my whore obsession (for now.) so, if you paint or spend too much time seeking out synthetic or processed happiness...or are willing to wander around wasting your time with me while we ruin our sweatshirts with rusto, then it's on. deviance and knowledge are the two main catalysts of my existence. those who surround me must also have a similar mindset otherwise i tend to be enormously misunderstood or held to expectations that i don't feel like paying attention to. look. the bottom line is that there is no bottom line. i threw responsibility out the window with an empty dope bag but i continue to have marginal hope that i'll eventually be able to incorporate it into my life. for now i occupy myself doing whatever i want yet still feeling very unoccupied, breaking the law, bringin' the means that will ultimately be my end, avoiding commitments, making everyone within my reach angry, reading anything available, wondering if i could turn it all around after two lines should have only been one and now i'm making a decision. the pressure of my aloof lifestyle is starting to build, instability is cool for a minute but eventually it melts into a puddle of whatthefucknow? i'm still a hostage but i would no longer say it's sweet seduction that is my captor but pure unwillingness to progress and become.

My Interests

graffiti, city-wide stencil destruction, getting to know the local prostitutes/4am drippy tags when the prostitutes weren't feeling us, neighborhoods, credit card forced entry, harbor blue rusto, libraries, math, volkswagon, desperation, secret missions, robots, people with an uncanny ability to create sounds, match beats, scratch records -or- scale walls/climb great heights in the name of writing their name

I'd like to meet:

people who never go anywhere without:- dope shoes - markers - stickers - exactos - good music - an inability to say no

Music:

aesop rock, sage francis, dj eskmo, rjd2, z trip, soul position, portishead, dj db, fugazi, jawbreaker, deerhoof, pavement, dj shadow, sneaker pimps, e-z roller, atmosphere,dangermouse, mathmatiks, tali, cursive, blueprint, illogic, clapyourhandssayyeah, the shins, the unicorns, the good life

Movies:

style wars, state your name, fight club, the decalogue, bringing out the dead, igby goes down. it's been a while since i've had the ability to pay attention to a screen for that long.

Television:

fuck the television. create your own nightmares.

Books:

burn collector, bomb the suburbs, the art of getting over, incubator for savages, aersol kingdom, crime and punishment, cometbus, chekhov, lolita, sartre, yoshitomo nara

Heroes:

i am my own hero.

My Blog

and where did you say they sold hope?

(or dope.) for two days things have been over the top, exceptionally good. actually things have been good since the day all sins were fully confessed and we finally began to move on from those constan...
Posted by mrs. verbs, thank you. on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 10:18:00 PST

two becomes three

yet another evening of running (riding actually) to the library to blog-o-rama only to be greeted with a heavy dose of apathy after logging into myspace. things have been good. bumpy at times, but bu...
Posted by mrs. verbs, thank you. on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 04:51:00 PST

it’s everything

i have only 19 minutes remaining in my library session and less than that remaining in my desire to even be here at all... i managed to escape to the library alone despite andy's knowledge of the libr...
Posted by mrs. verbs, thank you. on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 02:34:00 PST

high again, well how about that...how the fuck else can i react?

i thought that i had so much to say, but now i'm not sure. now i'm not even sure if i even like you that much. i know this lack of feeling is only from the needle full of numbness that i introduced to...
Posted by mrs. verbs, thank you. on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 04:36:00 PST

fuck this blog

this is the part two. move on. be sober. be healthy and happy and free of track marks and bruises and bloody scars on your arms from sleepless nights with exacto blades offering the only form of relie...
Posted by mrs. verbs, thank you. on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 11:18:00 PST

i don't like the letter x

i wrote the fuck out of my livejournal, but i can't get into writing with the same vigor on myspace. i wish i could. i have a lot to say...but i never say it, so it remains to be just a lot to think a...
Posted by mrs. verbs, thank you. on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 09:43:00 PST

a continual issue.

that my shoes smell like i buried dead things under the soles? not too attractive, i know...but neither is the asphyxiation i'm about to experience from sitting alone at this desk plagued with my nast...
Posted by mrs. verbs, thank you. on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 10:22:00 PST

you think yer a genius. i know yer a whore.

but i can question both statements on both ends because i don't necessarily think they hold complete truth. however, my head is telling me that when this all falls and blame is sorted out that i'll co...
Posted by mrs. verbs, thank you. on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 03:49:00 PST