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Robert, of New York

My axe is bigger than your axe.

About Me

Feel free to ask

My Interests

Jazz, avant garde, Rock, various flavors of ice cream etc.

I'd like to meet:

A model from ohio. A giant lobster that would grant me three wishes (less than two is unnacceptable.)

Music:

Soul Coughing
Mingus
Cannonball Adderly
Pavement
The Pixies
Velvet Underground
Tom Waits
Nirvana
Eric Satie
Phillip Glass
Miles Davis
The Lounge Lizards
Evolution Control Committee
Cream
Bob Dylan
The Clash
The Talking Heads
Grateful Dead
The Rapture

Movies:

Life is Beautiful
The Godfather (I, II)
Star Wars (IV, V, VI)
Fight Club
A Clockwork Orange
Brazil
Back to the Future
South Park Bigger, Longer, and Uncut
Harold and Kumar go to White Castle
Monty Python - Anything committed to film
Wedding Crashers
Old School
The Matrix
Princess Mononoke
Akiru
Yojimbo
Pulp Fiction
Resevoir Dogs
Clerks II

Television:

The Ren & Stimpy Show
Wondershowzen
Aqua Teen Hunger Force
The Daily Show / The Colbert Report
Moral Orel
South Park
The Sopranos

Books:

Catch 22
Cat's Cradle
God Bless You Mr. Rosewater
Slaughterhouse Five
Animal Farm
The Devil Takes a Wife
Grand Central Winter
A Clockwork Orange
Fahrenheit 451
Fight Club
Caesar's Conquest of Gaul
Naked Lunch
The Prince
Crime & Punishment

Heroes:



My Blog

Diplomatics

I will crush my enemies.   Right here.
Posted by Robert of New York on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 07:24:00 PST

It is once again time for that really out shit

       The breadbox is laughing again. Its chuckles fill the air like the nascent screams of dolls coming off the assembly line, to be packaged in their 2 by 6 inch trans...
Posted by Robert of New York on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 04:47:00 PST

ehh

A black hole lies accross the table. Lit by candles dangling from the wall, one could gaze inward, through its shallow caverns spotting perhaps the candles and the wall. As the candles burn they turn ...
Posted by Robert of New York on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 09:00:00 PST

Life Insurance

There is a little girl on my home page advertisement that is trying to sell me life insurance. She is perhaps 4 or 5, with blonde hair, and wearing a red dress and pink shirt. She is holding her hands...
Posted by Robert of New York on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 03:36:00 PST

Back to School

school has returnedto blot out the happinessof sunshine smilesexisting uponthe little grill-pieces ofthe youthful masses
Posted by Robert of New York on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 04:14:00 PST

*?

Everything before me fades, slowly, within reach, the eyes smirk and dissolve in sharp cascades. Holding inside of them the inebriated waters of ingratiate tinfoil aortas, cold, hard, menacing wi...
Posted by Robert of New York on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 08:02:00 PST

Story

The subway lurches in beside the platorm, like a drunk hobo hitting on a single mother of one freshly booted from home. As the wheels screech and grind into a slow, metered halt, the floor of the car ...
Posted by Robert of New York on Tue, 25 Jul 2006 05:57:00 PST

3

Corneal truths spread like rapidly proliferating sermons of constant pretensions. When the sound is made it will be that will that is? Or spectacular regularity - a sound-bite from the microphone slut...
Posted by Robert of New York on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 02:47:00 PST

Fat-Pie

Fat-Pie Synonym for advanced psychosis.
Posted by Robert of New York on Sun, 25 Jun 2006 07:11:00 PST

More Surealist Prose

The road flies by the window, buzzing increasingly tranquil.Earth lifted from the soft bowl of expansive K-Mart territories sits idly in patches of dense spirited happiness. Tin cans, driven at p...
Posted by Robert of New York on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 09:23:00 PST