My intrest's include-- painting, photography, poetry/writing, movies (own over 600), music, there's others but my mind is a frozen island in the northern pacific and the ships left it's harbor.
ARM YOURSELF
Daniel Johnston
Jacob Dylan of the Wallflowers
Eric Wilson of Sublime
The Rapture
Spoon
John Vanderslice
Queens of the Stone Age
New Amsterdams/Get Up Kids
The Todies / Burden Brothers
The Decemberists
The Faint
Imogen Heap / Frou Frou
James of LCD SOUNDSYTEM
The Format
Lefty
The Magic Numbers
Thrice
Thrice
This Will Destroy You
Minus The Bear
The Hold Steady
The Hold Steady
Mad at Gravity
Hello Goodbye
Greatness in TragedyGomez
Anatholo
David Bazan
Christopher & Erin's Baby Stuff (videos, pics, and more)
I like burgers...............
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Short Story CONCEPTUAL LOSS
Sobbing with her shaky palms, the old woman takes each step reluctantly, unaware of exactly where she was. Looking around, she sees bright lights with a sign flashing “LIVE NUDES†repeatedly in the puddle on the street. Looking up, she sees the strip club with a group of hookers on the corner close by. Then she notices a street sign but graffiti is all over the sign covering the name. The group of hookers notice the old woman, mostly because she stands out from this side of town, with her elegant looks and richly toned skin. One of the hookers, in a voice that was a woman’s but with a deep tone, proclaims, “Hey honey, you ok?†The old woman looked up at the ragged man dressed as a woman and saw his saggy eyes, his marked up veins and unshaven legs and the old woman stumbled back, tripping over the curb. She splashed water on her pink and white slippers, which her husband had given her for Christmas last year. The old woman, shaking her head and with a stuttering quiet tone stated, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorryâ€. And continued to walk off. The cross-dressing hooker looked thrown off by the old woman’s actions. He half smirked and stated to the other hookers, “Who let the crazies loose tonight?â€
“37 Years! 37. What? How? 37 years!â€, the old woman thinks to herself as she stares off in a glare with glazed eyes, not focusing on any one thing. In doing this the lights from the street and the businesses around became stretched from their original state by her damp eyes. Nodding off into thought, she shook from the cold air walking down the street,
Shoot!†the old woman proclaimed as she dropped her keys. She picked them up, and suddenly she knew something wasn’t right. Finally she found the right key and turned the lock, opening the door. “Honey, I’m......†the old lady stopped. Looking around the room she knew, and her blood became warm as she smelt the scent of another; one that wasn’t accustomed to this home. Walking further in the apartment, she saw that most things were in order, but it was the little things that only a woman would pick up on, such as the coat her husband left on the coach. He never left his coat anywhere but on a hanger. Then she froze as a naked woman proceeded to walk sensually, glancing down at her stomach and rubbing her smooth sleek skin. The younger woman then entered the kitchen unaware of the old woman’s presence, grabbing a bottle of wine and slipping her way back into the bedroom. “Mother of God, she must be 34!†the old woman thought to herself. Enraged with anger, hurt, and feeling a great sense of loss she thought, “if I, would, something, I just...†She began to walk towards the room, but she heard her husbands voice, and then a woman’s voice giggling. Pausing for a moment, she turns around and walks for the door to leave the apartment.
Walking down the street, she sees a sign flashing “Coffee†and another flashing “Open.†As cold as it was, nothing seemed to appear better at the moment. Waiting to cross the street, she looked at the traffic and saw that the orange hand was soon to turn green. Finally it was green. She began to scuffle across the street toward the coffee shop with her hands in her coat, shivering with coldness. Looking up, she saw two bright lights headed for her. She knew this was her moment.
Waking up from his dream, George rolled over but his wife wasn’t there. He felt distraught with a sort of confusion from his dream which gave him chills like he had never felt before. Thinking for a moment, he stood up, electricity running up and down his spine. He shook off his chills and got ready for work. Going about the usual routine of his day, he quickly forgot his unsettling dream.
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Since I own over 800 and have seen "God know's how many" I'll list a few of my Favorites and Recommendations:
seriously check all these movies out if you can, there incredible.
*Also- if you check any of these films out and enjoyed them or have any recommendations for me, leave me a comment....
"The Door In The Floor" --the first book i read, can't remember much, just liked it. ANN RICE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, love her, Vampire Chronicles, oh man ..."the shit!"