"...while a good many people adapted themselves to confinement and carried on their humdrum lives as before, there were others who rebelled and whose one idea now was to break loose from the prison-house."
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" And then go all swoony-like." Jack Kerouac.
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My Sortas' Space
I have a few friends; The rest are ok too, I guess. heh.
Monkey
Panda
Chut Chut
Pony
Buster
Carbomb
Ducati
Monsieur Lessard
Todd
Joah
@hntu
Stacie
Jess
Hugh
Dr. Manle
Q
Elise
Rick
Ky
Stefanie
Katie
Tim
Lil'e
Best Bartender (aka Chuck!)
Regina
Monchichi
Beth
Sarah
Cyndi-Lou
Trish
Faye
von Munchausen
930 Club
Dickie
Ada
Jamie
Kathi
Sarah
Lizard
Vanessa
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Electroclash, New Rock, Sythnpop, 90s Alt, Britpop, Garage, New Wave, Gothic, EBM, Industrial, obscure music, b-sides, Darkwave, Punk, Indie.
Listen:
DJ Desperate
Dresden Dolls
Gogol Bordello
Art Brut
Rakes
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Hard-Fi
VNV Nation
Front 242
Apoptygma Berzerk
Assemblage23
Nitzer Ebb
Wolfsheim
Covenant
Funker Vogt
Wumpscut
Suicide Commando
Velvet Acid Christ
Grendel
Justin Jones
Kid Goat
be your own Pet
Crystal Castles
..
Attend:
Nightclub 930
Black Cat
Browse:
UK Punk
Watch:
Foriegn and Independent Film
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'This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body' - Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
My Grandfather (mums)