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About Me

art.design.bicycles.ladies.drinks.and whatnot.

My Interests

fithy bars with filthy mouths and loud music with whisky over ice/snooty art fucks with tightlips and weak conviction, easily crumbled by blunt looks/tumbleweeds. beautiful desolation. rocks and lizards. queens and bros. cosmic junctions and their families/ trading. building. bleeding. the sweat of the day. and the next. movement. pages of energy. thanks. things to work for. encounters in passing. falling ahead. beauty. me. . . me.

I'd like to meet:

Doom!

Music:

sole, anticon, sage, dose, dosh. ped. ... avant, ambiant, dnb, jazz, Dance, folk, pussy emo shit...Slayer, Bright Eyes... Cursive. Belle & Sebastian. K.Stetz. John Legend. the delfonics. Manowar. The Format. Unearth. Children of Bodom. Against ME!, Caribou, Arcade Fire, Sonata Arctica, KingsofLeon. Eagles of Death Metal. Queens. Brant Brjork and the Bros. Kyuss. The spores. Ted Quinn Gram Rabbit. Maiden. Fucking MInus the Bear. oh and Giant Bear. Wolfmother. WItch. Spank ROck. Dragonforce. Tool. your mom. house music saved my life? currently obsessed with: Ed Banger, regina spektor, erol alkan (beyond the wizards sleeve), mixesdb.com, discobelle.net, new caribou, common, mmmmm.mi.mia., fuck kanye, kid sis. and thats all for now..... width="425" height="350">.. .. ..>

Movies:

the aristocrats

Television:

weeds.

Books:

trains. buildings. rabbits. collapse. rebuilding. minds. johnny. california.

Heroes:

Pops.

My Blog

this boy: the stages of crawling.

awake, only in dream like halucination. sleepliving through important phases. breathing drugs and alcohol, breathing fire. ahhh to taste the days of youth for years to come. I have run at half...
Posted by ftrtrsh on Fri, 30 Dec 2005 05:29:00 PST

little wheel. pt. 2

i am. pop-up disabled. firewalled. broken with viruses. carpet wall entries. stall preferance. suits and boots. routine deadlines. pot lucks. you can have them all. all your interoffice memos. ema...
Posted by ftrtrsh on Fri, 09 Dec 2005 12:30:00 PST

cup the day warm.

a skill to learn, what to ruin and what to leave. the rest to pocket. "only what you can carry" take the critism, take the brutal trusts. take what you have to. everything else is purpose and movin...
Posted by ftrtrsh on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 06:06:00 PST

little wheel. pt. 1

the drone hum of tired fingers. smashing into plastic frustration. turn to letters the screens white light looks back at me.burning. they even control the weather.comfort im blanketed by fabric co...
Posted by ftrtrsh on Fri, 02 Sep 2005 03:18:00 PST

not moved but somewhat. touched. touché

controlled, composed... and ever so chiseled. a movement so bright. yet, modest as mice. a jewel of sorts... a haunting demanding jewel. a piece so refined, it has become unrecognizable, untouchable,...
Posted by ftrtrsh on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

im wide awake. (a bite of fire.)

This poem forces my eyes ajar. my eyes are wide open. Im stilll frightened. Im in love with the warm blanketed security I find my womb-like sanctuary. Oh the tranquility. I inhale. Then. An exh...
Posted by ftrtrsh on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST