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Micki D.

thank you for a funky time

About Me



i like soy milk and acquiring many books and my new glasses and boba and the beach, any beach, every beach, and talking to strangers and music and thinking about how we all messed up and reading and the colors brown and purple and grey and choosing the most appropriate title for my autobiography and going barefoot and computer science jokes and M16s and big vocabulary words and laying down listening to the doors and sleeping on floors and feminism and being with my friends and smoking hookah and feeling great after a death run and watching bad movies and writing writing writing nonsense makes no sense about anything i think of cuz i'm always sober, always aching, always heading towards mass suicide and cult figurines and wasted gas station attendants, attending to their jobs.

Drink Your Milk. (You gotta keep 'em separated)

aolinstantmessenger - nonewwavefun

My Interests

existentialism, wine, absurdity, memories, hedonism, running, karma, making mistakes, killing cats, living other lives, the smell of dryer sheets, sewing, anything that is inherent

I'd like to meet:

Stephen Daedalus & Dorian Grey & Leo Percepied

Music:

Pop music of the future.

Movies:

wristcutters: a love story. heartbreak ridge. cecil b demented. zombies.

Books:

The Subterraneans - Jack Kerouac.

Heroes:

My dad and Bill Nye and this guy:

My Blog

arrogant forever

Double this drink up into the tallest glass you got You know I ain't used to sleeping all alone Gonna make it to the moon tonight On a one-way kamikazi flight If I could get so high I'll leave behind ...
Posted by Micki D. on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 01:26:00 PST

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All of California drinks, smokes, tokes, fucksThey drive their eco-friendly wheels, make big deals, float on dancing heelsThey prefer organic, hormone-free, or just plain soyThey piss rainbows and shi...
Posted by Micki D. on Sat, 31 May 2008 06:08:00 PST

nothing gold can stay

Have you stopped drinking that ambrosia?Your essence is losing its gleam and I can see your toes touching the ground.Your slit-throat smile can hardly work charms now.
Posted by Micki D. on Sun, 25 May 2008 04:38:00 PST