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there for these alarms

crooked ass't crusaders all lined up like space invaders...

About Me

i inhabit my own rennaisance. ,,,,,,,, .... the black tie event,,,,,,,, .... j cash fans...Ug Cas and a CUbE...the madvillain, mf doom mouse doing coffin on letterman

My Interests

you should never ask a person about thier interests.

I'd like to meet:



Double Trouble...One of the best goals i've ever seen...

Music:

MAN MAN LYRICS : can't believe we met on this lonely crowded street flashing identical bandoleers if you were born in the gutter i was weened at your feet watch out for flying native spears i'm hip to your hypotenuse your geometric ways your lion/lying lips are double stitched right below your waist and those eyes you wear they wear me out the weight you bear it tears me down i'm falling apart i'm falling apart at the seams and you're just standing there wearing that guerilla suit to try to scare me but it won't work wearing that gorilla suit to try to scare me but it won't work wearing that guerilla suit to try scare me but it won't work wearing that gorilla suit to try and scare me but it won't and i say captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captain captainsweet music it beats love because there aren't any wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or Ives or Stravinsky or Mozart, she boils the eggs counting the seconds out loud: 56, 57, 58... she peels the eggs, brings them to me in bed. after breakfast it's the same chair and listen to the class- ical music. she's on her first glass of scotch and her third cigarette. I tell her I must go to the racetrack. she's been here about 2 nights and 2 days. "when will I see you again?" I ask. she suggests that might be up to me. I nod and Mozart plays. ~Charles Bukowski also...this way

Movies:

nothing, by evan aaronson is a stupidly honest film... a guy picking himself apart on camera... i like good documentaries...

Television:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=NeQVKxWILVs

Books:

it is easy to become attached to fictional characters that come across as emotionally detached. read the stranger, by camus. or junky. or the gingerman. or anything by henry miller or graham greene or chuckie b. they're all wonderful liars.

Heroes:

gordon parks lorca anais nin

My Blog

occam's wrist

oh how it glistens... there. in the half-light. freely spurting the thick red sap that we hold to so tightly... mothers. mothers. pray for your babies, tonight... and nightly. ... i have some new pics...
Posted by t'e ghoti ghost on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 11:43:00 PST

rain rain rain...

on my brain brain brain... don't quit now. you're almost insane.
Posted by t'e ghoti ghost on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 03:21:00 PST

engleburt humperdink...

check out michio kaku. physicist. communicator. brain-child of steven hawking and barbara walters... in the case of universal love versus the inhabitants of crypton. i salute you, kaku!
Posted by t'e ghoti ghost on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 11:08:00 PST

the space time continuum...

wow. so, you took that tab of acid you've been saving... nice! ... yeah, low key friday for me... tried to get into a hipster party but they were all so hip i puked on myself and left... anyhow. find ...
Posted by t'e ghoti ghost on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 11:02:00 PST

circle, circle, dot, dot.

wrote a book about myself and called it "indigo nation," but it had no plot. running through warehouse streets with a busted wheel. and where the smell of the street mingles with the air coming out of...
Posted by t'e ghoti ghost on Thu, 01 Mar 2007 10:42:00 PST