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korosuzo

korosuzo

About Me

I write strange poetry of the bizarre, heartbreak and woe. At other times I'm usually found out with my horses.

My Interests

Reading, cinema, music and my horses.

I'd like to meet:

Anyone with similar interests, and funny pictures on their space.

Music:

Tom Waits, Radiohead, Bauhaus, David Bowie, Divine Comedy, Bright Eyes, Kathryn Williams, Magnetic Fields, REM, Cibo Matto, Grant Lee Buffalo, Death cab for Cutie, White Stripes, Nina Simone, rose Kemp, Muse, William Shatner.

Movies:

Amelie, Withnail and I, Shadow of the Vampire, Night on Earth, Tim Burtons world of the strange, eerie and bizarre, Japanese horror. Jaws (the first one) Anything with Eddie Izzard in it.

Television:

House, Medium, The Mighty Boosh, Peep Show, Lost- although its getting pretty frustrating!!

Books:

To Kill a Mockingbird. Of mice and men. The melancholy death of oyster boy. Things my girlfriend and I have argued about. Calvin and Hobbes, etc etc etc

My Blog

An ode to Superjamsie and his fractured foot.

There was a young man playing the beautiful game. As he kicked at the ball, dreamed of fortune and fame. But before he was signed up, he ran out of luck. As a mis-timed kick meant he fractured his foo...
Posted by korosuzo on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 04:49:00 PST

Adventures in Morocco part I

I loitered suspiciously outside, as usual, trying to look nonchalant and failing miserably. As I waited, two Moroccan men took pleasure in telling me that I needed lotions and potions for my sunburn,...
Posted by korosuzo on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 07:26:00 PST

The Boy Who Loved Sushi

Sushi for breakfast? How very absurd. But he had it each morning, Haven't you heard?   Morning, noon and night, It was his favourite dish. Seaweed and rice, But most of all ; fish.   For all...
Posted by korosuzo on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 06:05:00 PST

The Tale of the Superfluous Head.

This is the tale of the superfluous head. It was kept in a box not living or dead.   Some thought it told truths. Others thought it told lies. But it gave you a shock when it opened its eyes! &nb...
Posted by korosuzo on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 04:17:00 PST

The Author Who Wasn't

She was an author, but don't let it be said that she wasted her days, just laying in bed.   She wrote childrens stories, of sorrow and woes. But her publisher railed, "We cannot sell those!" "Fo...
Posted by korosuzo on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 09:00:00 PST

The boy who made himself ill.

There was a boy, We'll call him Bill. Who had a peculiar habit of making himself ill.   His doctor was confounded at symptoms he couldn't ease. "I have to say," he exclaimed, "You have Munchause...
Posted by korosuzo on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 07:31:00 PST