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No matter how cynical you are ... it's never enough.
Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day, teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.Hillary! You just gotta give it up! Your old style political B.S. is so lame.
I'm an artist. I'm single. I'm a dad, half the week. I run the Projekt label, I have a few bands and a few really great friends. Send me an email if you wanna chat. Don't ask to be my friend unless I actually know you, or (if i don't know you) you're cute and are in need of a coffee-date or drink! =)
Here is the stuff i do:
My music is black tape for a blue girl and as lonely as dave bowman and revue noir . and I also run Projekt Records.
From my upcoming book (this is from the female character's perspective):
slumped over, spent & panting.
“there must be divine qualities interspersed with your animalistic human traits. there must be some unspeakable, indefinable force which holds me here. for every time i curse you and wish to strike out at you, to bring you down to where i find myself - for every time! - there is something fleeting yet true that keeps me inexorably in place. indeed with each barbarous act - each betrayal that manifestly proves your disloyalty - i feel a renewed desire to please you, to prove my love for you. it is as though i watch you ravenously devour an unknown woman in front of me, pounding violently and noisily upon the formal table i have just prepared; knocking china and crystal to the floor, soiling fine linen with sweat and fluids, the moans as you bring her to echoing orgasms and your final elegiastic shouts as you fill her with your sperm; you are both slumped over, spent, panting and sighing upon the broken dishes of my disheveled world; i run about the table, trying to catch things fallen over the edges and sop up the butter and gravy. you look over to me with eyelids heavy in post-coital slumber, she still below you, you still inside her, me kneeling by the table with plates and bread in hand, trying not to stare at this tableau enticing me; you smile proudly and ask if i could blow out a few of the candles, dim the lights! and i oblige. what can i do but oblige?â€
My#1 mainman is my son, Sasha. He's the one humming the guitar part from "Rebel Rebel" while zooming by on his scooter. A few years ago, Sasha and I were at the sandbox. I said, "don't you wanna share your truck with your friends?" And he replied (and I wish he had said it in a Robert Smith whine): "I don't want any friends. I want to be lonely!" What a little goth! ; -)i use to be a flip-flopper, but i'm not anymore. ;-)
