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About Me

The beet is the most intense of vegetable. The radish,admittedly is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent if frivolity, Beets are deadly serious.
Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.
The beet is the melancholy vegetable, the one most willing to suffer, You can't squeeze blood out of a turnip...
- Tom Robbins "Jitterbug Perfume"

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Black Jesus

Music:

Beck, Smashing Pumpkins, The Pixies, Dresden Dolls, Against Me!, The Faint, Of Montreal, The Olivia Tremor Control, Blood Brothers, YOB, as well as the classics, The Dead, Phish, Allman Bros., Jethro Tull, Rolling Stones

Movies:

Faster Pussycat Kill Kill!

Television:

history channel...

Books:

Tom Robbins is super keen, as well as Hunter Thompson, JD Salinger, Neal Stephenson, and poetry.

Heroes:

http://www.lipstickalley.com/showthread.php?t=68254
http://www.klas-tv.com/Global/story.asp?S=4107731

My Blog

fridge magnets

Soon falls a bright moon... Surrounding, Devouring, Dancing o'er my maidens naked blossom, She has a translucent fire heart Warm as a solstice star Beat eternally, No Decay, No Death only life, only ...
Posted by "Terminal Phillness" on Mon, 07 May 2007 05:03:00 PST

NEW POEM 4/24/07

Lips lips, lips... i'd save your lips in a small jar deep, deep in the medicine cabinet behind various cold remedies and the occasional snake oils and tranquility balm purchased at the dollar boutique...
Posted by "Terminal Phillness" on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 07:48:00 PST

Nappy Foulentines Day

I miss you in the eveningswhen the sun simply passed outfrom shining so fucking brighti fucking miss youwhen i remove the cork from the vinoand long past when im drunki miss you when its raining,when ...
Posted by "Terminal Phillness" on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 04:48:00 PST

I hope someone (anyone really) will read these.

roses in a pallete circle, laughing and speaking the latest grove and garden gossip. These languid ladies, all pink and parading. Each with bold and barbed of body. succulence of sense. incredible fra...
Posted by "Terminal Phillness" on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 04:50:00 PST

The End of the World... and other Bedtime Stories. (for kids.)

In the Desert.is there room for hope?in this dirt born expansea dust scape, coaxing the moisture from your breath and skinsuspended in ash, surrounded by cloud cutting mountainswhich sever the sun tw...
Posted by "Terminal Phillness" on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 04:42:00 PST