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the terrabull mr larsh

somewhere between dreams and reality

About Me

I've just been riding the plains for too long. Sifting through the ashes of my experiences. Kicking around the empty bottles of absolution. Walking the tracks while having someone elses shoes on. Throwing switches on runaway trains. I think people talk to much about frivolous things just to hear themselves. I'm not a victim...for this i am guilty. I see my self as a spinning coin never landing on either side. I project only what you can see as does everybody. I've been known to do a lot of things not all of which i'm good at but at least i'm not afraid to try. I don't give up easily and never know when to quit. Sometimes this is good, sometimes this is bad. The older I get the more I realize I don't know. I can only speak for myself I think and this may not be an accurate reflection of the corporeal me. ..

My Interests

Writers. Panning for gold. Taking trains. Swimming upstream. Getting carried away. Drifting around. Lost causes. Duality. Ardent Souls. Watching people. Getting away with it. Humility. The human construct. The female body. Conceit in humbleness. the sun. the moon. the earth. the wind. the rain. the water. global climate patterns. the depletion of resources. the conservation of resources. the appalling discrimination and segregative effect of religions. the indifference. renaissance finding the new beautiful.

I'd like to meet:

I've been having a hard time embracing the human race lately so I'd like to meet some mountains. No more sheep that's for sure. Maybe a few fire trucks and a couple earthmovers. People who don't push other people around are nice to make friends with. Extraordinary people who are also humble. Those not afraid to take responsibility for themselves and know that they ultimately have the choice in how they want to feel and react in a situation. Those who see lightness of being and aren't afraid to embrace the darkness that coexists. Basically people who appreciate the duality and uncertainty of life, embrace it, inhale it, digest it, and are still able to see the beauty in the shit that it is. Any girl who's idea of foreplay is reading in bed. Oh, and anyone who is willing to tell me wether or not i'm just full of shit.

Music:

The Pixies. The Smoking Popes. Descendents. Chet Baker. Misfits. The Hellacopters. Bad Brains. AC/DC. Sex Pistols. Minutemen. Rolling Stones. Terry Mullen. The Police. Murder City Devils. Patsy Cline. The Odd Numbers. Black Sheep. Kyuss. Old 97's. Supergrass. NOFX. Social Distortion. J.J. Cale. U2. Metallica. Bjork. Shellac. Fu Manchu. Pinhead Gunpowder. Q.O.T.S.A. Radiohead. Lucinda Williams. Screeching Weasel. Helmet. Dillinger Four. Ministry. Fugazi. Cobra Killer. Dean Martin. Samiam. Alkaline Trio. Slayer. your mom. Elvis Costello. The Clash. The Damned. Run DMC. Led Zepplin. Face to Face. Aphex Twin. A Tribe Called Quest. Nirvana. Rocket from the Crypt. Pizzicato Five. Kansas. The Cult. KMFDM. Bauhaus. Janes Addiction. NIN. Pigface. The Futureheads. Iron Maiden. Tito Puente. Goldfrappe. The 5.6.7.8.s. Jonathan Fire Eater. The Dandy Wharhols. Magnetic Fields. The Cramps. Cheap Trick. De la Soul. Perry Como. The Ramones. Bloc Party. Josh Rouse. lcd soundsystem. Queen Adreena. The list goes on and on.

Movies:

Time Bandits. Bar fly. The Jerk. Xanadu. Clockwork Orange. The Wraith. The Outlaw Josey Wales. Rocky. Tron. Evil Dead 2. The Princess Bride. O Brother Where Art Thou? Boondock Saints. The City of Lost Children. Resevior Dogs. Clerks. Dogma. Zorba the Greek. American Beauty. Mulholland Drive. Popeye. Requiem for a Dream. House of 1000 Corpses. Fight Club. Joe Dirt. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Garden State. Napoleon Dynamite. Shakes the Clown. Sweet and Lowdown. Legend. True Romance. Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Cave Man. Where the Buffalo Roam. Clash of the Titans. Excalibur. Conan. your mom. The Never Ending Story. The Dark Crystal. Valley Girl. Breakfast Club. Weird Science. Heathers. Corn Dog Man. Mad Max. The Exorcist. Poltergeist. E.T. Jaws. Star Wars. My Private Idaho. Lost Boys. Groundhogs Day. Kingpin. The Rivers Edge. Blue Velvet. Silence of the Lambs. Monsters Inc. Raising Arizona. Gleaming the Cube. Sponge Bob Square Pants. Killer Clowns from Outerspace. Death Race 2000. Creep Show. The Life Aquatic. Little Miss Sunshine.

Television:

don't you mean terrorvision?

Books:

The Odyssey. Look Back in Anger. The Professor and the Madman. The Divine Comedy. The Tropic of Cancer. Tomcat in Love. Perfume. Vurt. Me talk Pretty One Day. The Hour of the Star. The Dictionary. Green Eggs and Ham. Drinking, Smoking, & Screwing. Junkie. The Cat's Cradle. Why I Have Not Written Any of My Books. Media Control. The Da Vinci Code. Death of a Salesman.

Heroes:

I'm going to say my daughter here, for numerous reasons. Also honorable mention goes to Ben Metcalf after asking the question, "Am I allowed to write that I would like to hunt down George W. Bush, the president of the United States, and kill him with my bare hands?" This is the work

My Blog

silk machete

you spend too much time to design the questions to realize the answer is prefab   noah's arc is merely driftwood, so get crackin'
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 12:38:00 PST

the red woods

even if you don't want to know, i will tell you that i've seen them all broken off that i've seen them all submersed under water that i've seen the world that comes to me in dreams in trees...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 01:15:00 PST

nothing in particular

the sound comes in glasses tilt to the lift we breath together inhaling our new selves we share what fastens us to this life we bare skin on skin where we begin   ...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:15:00 PST

the humid door

thicker everyday the width of the wait weighs a great deal a lifetime before a lifetime after thinking below your belt with your pants around your ankles is she just changing the head lines of t...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 07:53:00 PST

symphony of synchronicity

a dancer awaits the dawn a sagacious old dog laps at the waves crashing on yores now pass the baton when the storm rages against the rudder let go your course will return to it's self...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Tue, 01 May 2007 01:04:00 PST

soaring through the medium

body soluble baptised souls kissed by the spirit returned to wings together   we will fly   together   angels high...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 11:19:00 PST

lip bomb spit

mother nature the great nurturer and executioner her judgement may not be swift, but it will be just how could you? take a look at yourself now, how could you?  ...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 12:39:00 PST

maybe because i have to go to bed now

maybe because i've been thinking and you have been thinking about things that no body should be thinking about because that's just not right because someone else says so there has been a round of conv...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 02:23:00 PST

honey and flower

The sun dances on warm sugary petals   Now sit down, and bee,   Still your wings   Heavy with honey on your knee   Rest assured   Sustenance is your's...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 05:04:00 PST

while trying to enjoy this drink that I'm not having

Fresh blood spills out   A cross   A bar of gold   The litter spear   Striking community   In a poet's dream   Not to desecrate   This land in which we'r...
Posted by the terrabull mr larsh on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 12:09:00 PST