azy e. - ProfilesArchive

About Me

i have pretty big eyes. i have good peripheral vision. i am stubborn. i speak farsi. i'm awkward. i really like red velvet cake, no seriously.

My Interests

air hockey. bed-time stories. bicycle riding at night. birds chirp chirp. cher impersonating. city lights. (your) clean sheets. contra on NES. creative writing. cuddling. dissecting things/thoughts/your face. DR.PEPPER!!! fingers+skin. karaoke. lips+tongue. lust. memory. mid-day naps. moving to music. native americans. ping pong!!! photography. playgrounds. poetry. polaroids. pompeii. rapping. road trips. sloths. slurpees. snorkeling. sour patch kids. teeth+skin. yes please.

I'd like to meet:

paper rock scissors champion who loves slurpees and belle and sebastian. ideally, this person should bite me and i should bite them back all day long. ride a bike and have a big nose and adam's apple. i like moles too. please have a mole on your face like enrique before the surgery. maybe a mustache, unless your mole is hiding under your mustache...then you might have to shave a little circle out so i can see it all the time. a boy to watch x-files with.

SOMEONE WHO GIVES:

Music:

as of lately.

record player plays: raphael y los gemelos, ELO, rod stewart, billie holiday, johnny cash, peter gabriel, billy joel, james taylor, cat stevens, emmylou harris, elton john, jethro tull, simon and garfunkel, the beatles, genesis, willie nelson.

my cd player: grizzly bear, neutral milk hotel, joy division, bob dylan, david bowie, animal collective, radiohead, wintersleep, nickelcreek.

Movies:

movies about the future/past.

Television:

new addiction is flight of the conchords. watch x-files and quantum leap. always. californication is good because of david. i also like tv shows with a lot of black people in it, example, girlfriends.

Books:

currently reading: the piano lesson, growing up latino, just finished permanent midnight, raymond carver's collection where i'm calling from, stories in rereading america.

Heroes:

collectors of anything as long as the collection is over 1,000+ items. inventor of the calculator watch. ANYONE WHO LAUGHS WHEN PEOPLE TRIP, FALL, CRASH, DIE.

My Blog

jump.

We jumped off the boat. The water damp with the least bit of tendencies. We sat in it and waited. Around we felt the earth, our feet scraping the depths of the worst situation. It could only get bett...
Posted by azy e. on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 05:59:00 PST

it is what it is, but a little bit more. (a work in process)

I'm trying to persuade him. (To do what?) I'm pretty sure I'm being sly about. "Let's just go listen to music and cuddle." He blinks unnaturally. Am i being too outright? I am, aren't I? I slowly stic...
Posted by azy e. on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:10:00 PST

a desert storm.

Rain like a ticking clock stammering from high to low, like a baby's coo putting you to sleep. Smoke of a chimney coming out of your lungs. Your umbrella blossoming like a flower. The cold breath tens...
Posted by azy e. on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 07:47:00 PST

the bridge.

And then he stood next to the bridge. He didn't fall. He wasn't pushed. He flew and I wanted to fly with him. But instead, I laughed and wished I had properly pushed my fellow man. He was a poor ...
Posted by azy e. on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 07:39:00 PST

a collection of things.

Old nail polish, body powder from hospital stays, used and reused rags, five bottles of foot powder from the 99 cent store, unsticky band-aids, jars upon jars of foreign ingredients, sets of china, lo...
Posted by azy e. on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 07:36:00 PST

alone.

PART ONE.i feel alone. and i never know what to say. even if you are in the same room. lips and tongue wet with kisses. mouth dry out of words. i can't picture your face well now. what's the point... ...
Posted by azy e. on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 06:30:00 PST

secret admirer.

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Posted by azy e. on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 04:00:00 PST

cochaveet and her bicycle.

I have already died, but my fourth son, my favorite son, doesn't know. I ride my bicycle to my father's house to find my son at the door, while I am standing on the other side. I want to knock, but wi...
Posted by azy e. on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 03:01:00 PST

flesh.

I walk into a room full of old Persian Jews, with squinting eyes, beadily looking on new flesh. Over a small fence, men with hairy coils bouncing on both sides of their bearded faces, project their vo...
Posted by azy e. on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 02:57:00 PST

statistics.

I am 23; she is 62. The position of the middle value, or median, between my mother and I is 42.5. The probability of her and I coming to an understanding seems out of the question. After all, even the...
Posted by azy e. on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 02:55:00 PST