never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise
I'd like to meet:
Hmmmmmm, i don't actually like people that much and it seems to me that meeting "famous/important" people is usually sadly and frightfully disappointing...There are people I admire and respect or am just plain curious yellow about, but most of them are unfortunately dead...
Some of the dead ones : Hieronymus Bosch, Andy Warhol, Marcel Duchamp, Jack the Ripper, Keith Moon, Quintin Crisp, Edward Gorey, Mary Shelly, Marc Bolan, Salvador Dali, Theda Bara, Brian Jones, Bela Lugosi, Henry Darger, Elizabeth Short, Walt Disney, The Wicked Witch of the West, Orson Welles, Antonio Gaudi, The European son to Delmore Schwartz, Albert Einstein, Edgar Allan Poe, Andre the Giant, Slim Pickens, Lewis Carroll, E.C. Segar and a Dodo Bird...
Some of the living ones : David Lynch, Bridgette Bardot, Witchiepoo, Leonard Cohen, Little Richard, Moe Tucker, Banksy,
Don Van Vliet, Sofia Coppola, Alan Vega, Mustang Sally, Runaround Sue, Little Latin Lupe Lu, Magdelena Uh Uh, Motorcycle Irene, Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands, Stephen Hawking, Tim Burton, Brian Wilson, Marianne Faithfull, Julee Cruise, Ronnie Spector and The Angel of Meat...
FRIENDSHIT !!
Basically I don't want anymore bands as friends unless I'm already associated with them or I ask them to be my friend (they then of course have the opportunity of telling me to fuck off !!)
No movers or shakers, no cool guys or swinging chicks, no tattoo shops, clothing lines, wannabe actors or anyone with a political agenda...
I will consider artists, con men, death row inmates, philanthropists, interesting girls, backalley philosophers, deviants, miscreants and anyone that owns a miniature horse (suddenly johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses)
psssssssssssssst :
i would be missing a step if i did not encourage the growing trend to include photos of christina ricci whenever possible
while posting comments...they do indeed tend to make me smile and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that...
Music:
and what costume shall the poor girl wear
to all tomorrow's parties ?
for thursday's child is sunday's clown
for whom none will go mourning.
a blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
of rags and silks — a costume
fit for one who sits and cries
for all tomorrow's parties
i send my murdergram
to all these monster kids
it comes right back to me and its
signed in their daddies blood
and broken bodies in a death rock dance hall
please be my partner
and eyeballs pop, accellerated blood beat
veins a-shaking
and all hell breaks loose
people say she used to dance with the fish
some people say she juggled fire in a dish
clear day on the bayou of saint john
she raised her hands and caused a 'lectrical storm
she was a treacherous lady
she never met much harm
one day she ducked past the station house
she turned on the fire alarm
somehow she got tangled up with queen julia jackson
down on melba meeting near rattle street
queen julia jackson dropped a zozola brick
and jump sturdy died with her soul in defeat
jump sturdy jump sturdy was her name
she came out the swamps like a crazy fool
twas brillig and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the momeraths outgrabe.
i tried to hide a little thought
the more i tried the worse things got
it started out so meek and small
but in a week pervaded all
just a stray little stray, stray, stray
in trying to hide it i asked it to stay
in trying to hide it i'd made it a bed
from which to rule the world unsaid
to hide a little thought, a little vagabond
a sprite in the dark that wouldn't move a long
the beast will be with me tonight
wild across the western sky
someday, I'll go to the mountain and take my stand
and my spirit will rain all over this land
sick across the highway bar
sick and going way too far
it's the new world, see if you like it
it's the new world, you cannot fight it
well, how my love done blessed me
with such a dead thing around me
i'm just walkin'i'm just walkin'
i'm just walkin' with the beast
just as every cop is a criminal
and all the sinners saints
as heads is tails
just call me lucifer
cause i'm in need of some restraint
so if you meet me
have some courtesy
have some sympathy, and some taste
use all your well-learned politesse
or i'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
i did my best, it wasn't much
i couldn't feel, so i tried to touch
i've told the truth, i didn't come to fool you
and even though
it all went wrong
i'll stand before the lord of song
with nothing on my tongue but hallelujah
oh oh dum do dum de dooby do
oh oh dum do dum de dooby do
oh yeah
oh badumday oh dum do dum de dooby do
oh badumday oh dum do dum de dooby do
And you're a prima ballerina on a spring afternoon
change on into the wolfman howlin at the moon
so look into my face marie-claire
and remember just who you are
then go and forget me forever
but I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do
i was sleeping, gently napping, when i heard the phone
who is on the other end talking, am i even home
did you see what she did to him, did you hear what they said
just a new york conversation, rattling in my head
i wake up every morning
with a smile upon my face
my natural exuberance
spills out all over the place
i'm the urban spaceman
i'm intelligent and clean
know what i mean?
j'ai change' cent fois de nom
j'ai perdu femme et enfants
mais j'ai tant d'amis;
j'ai la france entie..re.
un vieil homme dans un grenier
pour la nuit nous a cache',
les Allemands l'ont pris;
il est mort sans surprise.
i'll buy you a jet plane, baby,
get you on a higher plane to a jet stream
and take you through the stratosphere
and check out the planets there and then take you down
deep where its hot, hot in arabia, babia, then cool, cold fields of snow
and we'll roll, dream, roll, dream, roll, roll, dream, dream.
when we dream it, when we dream it, when we dream it.
some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
but when the taxman comes to the door,
lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
it ain't me, it ain't me, i ain't no millionaires son, no.
it ain't me, it ain't me; i ain't no fortunate one, no.
the wind and more the wind and more the wind and more the wind and more
who's a better lifter than the wind and more ??
well, jenny's a sweet young body, jenny's seldom dry,
draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye.
if a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
if a body kiss a body, need a body cry ?
when your rooster crows at the break of dawn
look out your window and i'll be gone
you're the reason i'm travlin' on
don't think twice, it's all right
talent is relative
that's hypothetical
we are his relatives
that's parenthetical
spare your superlatives
there's the receptacle
there's the receptacle
Movies:
without you, todays emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's
what's your damage heather ?
well, well, well! well if it isn't fat stinking billy goat billy boy in poison! how art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip oil? come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, ya eunuch jelly thou!
i stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for the breath of a fresh kill. never mind the man who contemplates doin' away with license plates. he stands alone, anyhow bakin' the cookies of discontent by the heat of the laundermat vent. leavin' his soul! then like in poetry i go dot-dot-dot, you know, kinda off center, then i drop down and then i go: leavin' his soul! and partin' the waters of the medulla oblongata of ----brrrrrrr!----mankind!
hello. my name is inigo montoya. you killed my father. prepare to die.
don't be a good neighbor anymore to her. i'll have to send you a love letter! straight from my heart, fucker! you know what a love letter is? it's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! you receive a love letter from me, and you're fucked forever! you understand, fuck? i'll send you straight to hell, fucker!...
is this a shifter car? i cannot drive a shifter car, alright, so we got a little situation here. i can't drive these kinda cars! what the fuck is goin' on! you think that's funny? would you like to know, smartass? would you like to know why i can't drive this kinda car? i'll tell you why, i'm used to *luxury* cars. have you ever heard of a luxury car? you know what luxury means? ever heard of cadillac, cadillac el dorado? that's what i drive. i drive cars that *shift* themselves.
are you a good witch or a bad witch ??
i guess you think you're... you know like an authority figure, with that stupid fucking uniform, huh buddy? king clip-on-tie there, big fucking man huh? you know these are the limits of your life man. the rule of your little fucking gate here. here's your 4 dollars you pathetic piece of shit!
the scorpion, wishing to cross a stream, asked the frog to let him ride his back over the stream. when the frog asked the scorpion how he could be sure that the scorpion would not sting him, the scorpion replied that if he did sting him, it would mean death by drowning for both of them. the frog complies, carrying the scorpion on its back across the stream. before they reach the other side, however, the frog feels pain and realizes that the scorpion has stung him. he protests, "why did you sting me, mr. scorpion? for now we both will drown!" the scorpion replies, "i can't help it, it's in my nature.
"this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." and, uh, the doctor says, "well, why don't you turn him in?" the guy says, "i would, but i need the eggs." well, i guess that's pretty much now how i feel about relationships; y'know, they're totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, i guess we keep goin' through it because, uh, most of us... need the eggs.
Television:
court tv, anderson cooper 360, dateline (the pedophile stings), lost, NCIS, antiques roadshow, maury, jerry, deal or no deal (i like to watch arrogant/greedy people lose money), the honeymooners, letterman, leno, ferguson, kimmel, most late night tv except for gonad o'brien . . .
Books:
the glass castle, catcher in the rye, one fish two fish red fish blue fish, the andy warhol diaries
Heroes:
stanley myron handleman, michael j. pollard, alice kramden, frankenstein's monster (and all his shoes are too big and house jacket's too small)
