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About Me

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My Interests

words, synesthesia, smooching, mixtapes,
contemplating my demise, 3am, fools, changing my mind.

I'd like to meet:

a place to live.

Music:

neutral milk hotel, bob dylan, the velvet underground, bright eyes, t.rex, rilo kiley, arcade fire, the yeah yeah yeahs, iggy & the stooges, sabbath, broken social scene, big brother & the holding company, kevin devine, emily haines & the soft skeleton, death cab for cutie, elliott smith, the elected, metric, jenny lewis and the watson twins, slayer, cocorosie, camera obscura, the duke spirit, clap your hands say yeah, the decemberists, david bowie, mirah, martha wainwright, jimi hendrix, hank williams, robert johnson, minor threat, the magnetic fields, gregory and the hawk, bikini kill, electric light orchestra

Movies:

the science of sleep, ghost world, buffalo '66, lost in translation, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, the royal tennenbaums, manhattan, amelie, being john malkovich, the life aquatic, la dolce vita, garden state, mulholland drive, it's a wonderful life, rushmore, 8 1/2, casablanca, almost famous, rashomon, i ♥ huckabees, my summer of love, donnie darko, labyrinth, empire records, alice in wonderland, star wars

Television:

depletes brain cells.

Books:

yes, please. allen ginsberg, jack kerouac, anne sexton, louise gluck, sylvia plath, kurt vonnegut, walt whitman, charles bukowski, albert camus, lord byron, charles baudelaire, oscar wilde, ezra pound, william carlos williams, t.s. eliot, vladimir nabokov, w.b. yeats, charlotte bronte, jane austen, jostein gaarder, emily dickinson, franz kafka, milan kundera, lewis carroll, jean paul sartre, f. scott fitzgerald, erin belieu, alison carter, jan richman, etc, etc, etc.

Heroes:

So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter, and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul too, and anyone who'll listen, --We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.
-Allen Ginsburg

My Blog

Allegory

My cells are spiked with cyanide and my cycles grind like gears off track--- I always wanted one of those bells and a wicker basket--- you speak of choice like I ever had one. Imagine concrete. Spi...
Posted by Miss Florence on Tue, 08 May 2007 05:59:00 PST

Sometimes I like to make stuff.


Posted by Miss Florence on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 03:31:00 PST

Young Men's Christian Association (Not Just for Young, Christian Men!)

So. Something about my foreheadsaid, Open Swim 6-8pm. You all squeezed into that clown-red swim cap, hogging laps in and outof the water awkward as a dick bobbing for applesor dodging a bullet. So. So...
Posted by Miss Florence on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 12:01:00 PST

Birds of a Feather

his hand got desperateas a hammer whenever he caughta sparrow, likened it to poppingpacking bubbles, got him hardas a roll of tape, bone dustmaking paste with early wormspulverized in a wheelbarrow. ...
Posted by Miss Florence on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 01:44:00 PST

Public Transportation

Through perforations in the wallof Ipod automatons masturbating cell phones at their other ear, softly cursing the 10 minute commute under their morningbreath because they've grownallergic to human c...
Posted by Miss Florence on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 06:19:00 PST

My Orphan with His Gun

I opened the screen door--- didn't wait for him to tear through the imperceptibly eroding mesh. Fisting a conch shell in the gulf of his salted palm, he pressed it hard to my ear & I felt...
Posted by Miss Florence on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 08:58:00 PST

Ut Pictura Poesis

My pencil sharpened itself in fast-motion & soft shrapnel snowed yellow in all directions, but slow, like Big Bird's dead feathers spilling from my childhood pillow case. I chased it's shr...
Posted by Miss Florence on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 11:33:00 PST

Dystopia

                                    &n...
Posted by Miss Florence on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 11:45:00 PST

Dear William,

The appleredas a ventriclepalpitateson cafeteria chrome,aching for the tooth.I dig deep for silverextricating only various shadesof lint.My pockethas a hole in it....
Posted by Miss Florence on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 04:02:00 PST

1+1=1

The sweet geography of bar room floors, mapped to crawl on. Each ice cubingentire oceans at 32° , prophecies of an impending dark age. Street grit à la shoe of Mr. Market Research  and ...
Posted by Miss Florence on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 08:37:00 PST