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missi the moocher

Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of

About Me


We are torn at the seams with rips in our jeans
But that's just how we like it
I write: Dirty-faced angels in an old postal van, scrawled their cause on the back wall, tearing down tarmac ribbons in the night all of us singing, "You are the light of my life."///Light skittering across the dashboard and ashtray from the squins on my dress as Fury drummed his knees with head bent and hair wild, threatening to stamp clean through our lunchbox on wheels.///Service station terrorists – Blondie trying out his Cockney charm on the sour-faced old bag for a free donut and shady looks shared between the Riot boys as they exited the toilets.///Howled up a storm in Wolves, bad business in Brum, never made it to Stoke and Sheffield closed its doors to such manic faces as these so home, home; in Poppa we trust.///Remembering opening the door to my putrid pie slice of normality and the parents talking about the cats and the tomatoes growing out back feelin grubby but new and no longer knowing whether I was home or had just closed the door on it.
I draw:
I listen: Down the street the dogs are barkin' And the day is a-gettin' dark/As the night comes in a-fallin'/The dogs 'll lose their bark/An' the silent night will shatter/From the sounds inside my mind/For I'm one too many mornings/And a thousand miles behind.
From the crossroads of my doorstep/My eyes they start to fade/As I turn my head back to the room/Where my love and I have laid/An' I gaze back to the street/The sidewalk and the sign/And I'm one too many mornings/An' a thousand miles behind.
It's a restless hungry feeling/That don't mean no one no good/When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'/You can say it just as good/You're right from your side/I'm right from mine/We're both just one too many mornings/An' a thousand miles behind.
I read: "...and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, it be-at, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown and like in ancient civilizations the slave boatmen rowing galleys to a beat and servants spinning pottery to a beat..."
I have no desire to do anything. I am afraid of nothing and I want nothing. I wait like a psychopath in a game of dodge-ball: breathing quickly while the fools decide which one will throw at me next, and jumping aside for no reason except that I like being in the middle. And there is no reason for being in the middle. Why not quit altogether and like outside the circle?
I have no idea what to say, I don’t know when I’ll see you again and I don’t believe in anything beyond the next ten minutes. People keep calling me and telling me what a great friend I am. Everybody is looking for someone who can stand up in the wind. It is lonely standing up and crowded lying down. I refuse to be an anchor for other people’s dreams – but then I refuse to anchor mine to anyone else. So I have no choice but to stand up and piss into the wind. Pardon my vulgarity.

Words and photos by Hunter S. Thompson
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My Interests



The friends I love, the music I listen to, the way I dress, the places I go, the things I do, the people I meet, the life I live.

I'd like to meet:



The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes "AWWW!"

From On the Road by Jack Kerouac.

The photos on this page are by Ollie , Villainous Mouse , James and me (:

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Music:



should be heard and not scene

The bare necessities: Metro Riots, The Libertines, Bob Dylan, Bright Eyes, The Beatles, Nina Simone, Lupen Crook, Simon & Garfunkel, Regina Spektor, The Beach Boys, White Stripes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Yann Tierson & then in general 60s/70s music, a fair bit of old blues, soul and motown & some very select R&B to dance to and prove I can be black sometimes.

Metro Riots' album NIGHT TIME ANGEL CANDY is out on JUNE 4TH. Buy it. It is amazing. That is all.

Movies:


I like a lot of kids films: A Little Princess, Finding Nemo, The Iron Giant, The Secret Garden, Matilda, The Incredibles, Ice Age, E.T, My Girl, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Shrek 1&2, Wallace & Gromit films, Harry Potter films, Disney films especially Robin Hood - that there's one damn hot fox.
Others: Elephant, On the Edge, American Beauty, Pulp Fiction, Trainspotting, Gladiator, Romeo and Juliet, Donnie Darko, Face/Off, Clay Pigeons, Withnail and I, Elizabeth, Little Women, Witness, Billy Elliot, Edward Scissorhands, West Side Story, The Great Escape, Love Actually, The Producers, Wonder Boys, O Brother Where Art Thou?, The Big Lebowski, The Descent, Hostel, Mysterious Skin, Brick, Badlands, Heathers, American History X, Garden State, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Stand By Me, Amélie, I Capture the Castle, Stranger Than Fiction, Dead Man, Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy, Forrest Gump, Some Like It Hot, Pan's Labyrinth, Sleepy Hollow, What's Eating Gilbert Grape?, The Sixth Sense, Matrix Trilogy, Hard Candy, Catch Me If You Can, Ray, Walk the Line, Belleville Rendezvous, Napolean Dynamite, Anchorman, Mean Girls, Almost Famous, School of Rock, High Fidelity, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Heat, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, Chocolat, Donnie Brasco, Coffee and Cigarettes, Léon, The Green Mile, Cabaret, From Dusk Till Dawn, Fargo.

Television:



Old British comedy, those Channel 4 & sometimes Five documentaries about freaks & special people are always good, Wifeswap, Supernanny, Shameless, The Simpsons, Family Guy is genius, Scrubs, Neighbours, Made @ Libby's always... I often like adverts a lot more than shows.

Books:



Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson and On the Road by Jack Kerouac changed everything, reading 'em one ofter the other sent me slightly insane though. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk, A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess, The Rum Diary and Generation of Swine by Hunter S. Thompson [anything by him really], Big Sur by Jack Kerouac [I want to read the whole of The Duluoz Legend, fourteen Kerouac books oh my], Motel Life by Willy Vlautin, Goodnight Mister Tom by Michelle Magorian, I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith, The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom, Harry Potter books by J. K. Rowling, His Dark Materials Trilogy by Phillip Pullman, the Winnie the Pooh stories by A. A Milne, Roald Dahl, Beatrix Potter, Shirley Hughes, Dorothy Edwards and The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams.

Heroes:

Kit macarthur

My Blog

I wish I was a lil bit taller, I wish I was a baller...

I wish I was an inch taller. I wish lying didn't come so easily to me. I wish I could quote poetry. I wish I could play guitar and write songs. I wish I had a nice teenage boyfriend. Sometimes. I wish...
Posted by missi the moocher on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 01:17:00 PST

Some things that make me sad and a Saturday night in

Women doing their make-up on morning buses makes me sad. The old lady who lives opposite me putting on her dressing gown throught the frosted bathroom window makes me sad. My Daddy frowning down at hi...
Posted by missi the moocher on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 06:06:00 PST

Where are my fucking keys? I ain't had sex in weeks... [Metro Riots Summer Tour '06]

Here's an old old entry I forgot to post ages ago... So last Summer I went gallavanting about the country on a few dates of the Metro Riots tour.I went to Kingston, Brum, Wolves, 100 Club Lo...
Posted by missi the moocher on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 04:10:00 PST

T-shirts, Get Your T-shirts!

MY SHOP!x x x...
Posted by missi the moocher on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 03:08:00 PST

Ten of the Wild Ones

One:You give me all the things I've always thought a Best Friend should give me even though I don't see you as much as I should. It always surprises me how easily stuff just spills out of me when talk...
Posted by missi the moocher on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 01:34:00 PST

I'm sorry little man, I thought you were a hand puppet

I love my bed time fag out my window listening to this beautiful collection of words: Made Up Love Song #43 - GuillemotsI love you through sparks and shining dragons, I do, Now there's poetry in an em...
Posted by missi the moocher on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 01:03:00 PST

Some things what I like..

I like boy racers with baby seatsI like children who stare because they don't know what it is to feel awkwardI like the top deck of red London buses, a British institution from where I can s...
Posted by missi the moocher on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 12:42:00 PST

This song just keeps breaking my heart over & over again

I hurt myself todayto see if I still feelI focus on the painthe only thing that's realthe needle tears a holethe old familiar stingtry to kill it all awaybut I remember everythingwhat have I become?my...
Posted by missi the moocher on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 12:15:00 PST

She screamed till her face got so red & she fell on the floor

Today I did one of my favourite things in all the world.Instead of going to Final Pissing Assembly, I went to swing on the swings in the park at the top of my road.Pure.Fucking.Bliss.I swang highhighh...
Posted by missi the moocher on Fri, 16 Dec 2005 07:41:00 PST

Pretension got the world in motion

I want love which swishes skirts.Which makes feet tap.Which shapes lips.Which hums a tune.Which feels rough, and soft, and warm, and chilly.Which makes fingers flicker.Which makes eyes smile, and go s...
Posted by missi the moocher on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST