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the ghost of dionysius

good morning. the world is waiting.

About Me

sometimes im naked and thank god sometimes youre naked. well, hello.

My Interests

Holga 120's, robert parkeharrison, thin lines, warm books, cardstock, warm socks, thick lines, curly lines, my nonsense drawings, 75 degrees, amazing infinite nights, shows at the artistery, first thursdays, kozonak, only christmas lights illuminating rooms or blue light bulbs.

I'd like to meet:

my pen pals everyone, everywhere

Music:

shadow and dust, jason anderson, bobby birdman, little wings, mount eerie, the blow, steve aoki, gina turner, thanksgiving, godspeed you! black emperor, panda bear, grizzly bear, brightblack morning light, horse feathers, animal collective, boards of canada, mogwai, neutral milk hotel, bonnie 'prince' billy, my morning jacket, mark kozeleck, jason molina, destroyer, sunset rubdown, wolf parade, the shins, explosions in the sky, band of horses, marcy playground, my bloody valentine, elliott smith, belle & sebastian, white fang.

Movies:

kubrick, korine, aronofsky, coppola's, bergman, clark, anderson, gallo, lynch, gondry, fricke.

Television:

educational programming.

Books:

the fountainhead, anthem, a clockwork orange, requiem for a dream, the subterraneans, the soft machine, on the road, the perks of being a wallflower(thank you lee), treasure island, ulysses (when i finish it), finnegan's wake (if i ever finish it).

My Blog

turn into something

time remembers all and losing yourself becomes the dream of forests and sunsets and love identity becomes an illusion for ourselves, for others when days become years our bodies change from the inside...
Posted by the ghost of dionysius on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 02:26:00 PST

organkey bones in full range tones

words like music sound amazing like hard knocks on front doors the kind where knuckles rip and raw and heal in three weeks i heard silence last night i mean, i really heard it it sounded like frog cho...
Posted by the ghost of dionysius on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 09:42:00 PST

troublepuppy

i picked words carefully and they powdercrushed in envelopes and boy, did the sounds spill out where your lips forgot to seal adhesive paper to paper in tiny forevers and i heard voices for months wit...
Posted by the ghost of dionysius on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 10:21:00 PST

i told you to die more often and you said okay

cut out a heart of paper hearts listen to relaxing sounds in cutup parts i hear the violent sounds of nocturne ive seen all my dreams in reverse the one when i still had my beard and you wrote to me f...
Posted by the ghost of dionysius on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 11:52:00 PST

curvature of my spine

remember when our bodies cried for sleepand when our hair grew greasy with each day we went unwashed and remember how we didnt careremember when music meant something and we cried for no reasonor none...
Posted by the ghost of dionysius on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 04:16:00 PST

months have passed

i knew myself but i never knew what i would becomeseven silver tongues of horseglue carnage and the innards are left on the sidewalk for peoples pennyloafers to squeeze the blood and blood out of...
Posted by the ghost of dionysius on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 08:50:00 PST

tuesday thirtyfirst of may twothousandandfive

i looked up the incline at the treeline and the cliff and closed my eyes standing at the bottom of it. i wanted to cry for no reason. i sat on a low branch on the pine tree by the road and the train t...
Posted by the ghost of dionysius on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

catherine (chapters 1-8)

Chapter 1 cat knew a boy who was a grave digger he would shovel all night to make the graves bigger cat walked by one day and this is what she had to say: "you, there. ive come to lie with you i...
Posted by the ghost of dionysius on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST