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"I walk upright without using my tail for support."
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職業:
writer, dilettante, allegedly artsy
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社交團體:
artofbleeding.com
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興趣愛好:
outsider art, accidental art, cults, pranks, medical anomalies, kitsch, cacophony, quacks, sideshows, mummies, bdsm, freemasonry, thrift stores, gnosticism, mortuary science, pyrotechnics, third degree burns, orgone, seances, & marzipan death masks.
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最喜歡的書:
I can't think after filling out all that stuff up there. My head hurts. Why can't you understand that? Let's just say anything by Flannery O'Connor for now.
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最喜歡的電影:
I do love a good flickershow.
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最喜歡的音樂:
nick cave, quintron, cramps, carter family, current 93, dick hymen, dirty three, wilco, leonard cohen, scott walker, pogues, gories, trailer bride, negativeland, tiger lillies, johnny cash, andre williams, kim fowley, enoch light, children's records
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最喜歡的電視節目:
TV is made out of radiation.
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關於我:
I walk upright without using my tail for support.
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我想要結識的人:
sex avatar of some sort. a solid gold manatee, a genie with
green glitter nail polish. oh, i don't know really. surprise me.
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photo. it protrudes upward at some angle,
probably not the angle in the photo.
suppose the elevation angle were 30
degrees.
him into a character in my first book.
His words and actions are so inherently
fascinating that nothing even I could
do could ruin it, and he remains the
finest character--and human--any writer
or friend could hope for. But his true,
true, story remains to be told.
open. He will always have a place in my
heart!
the early 90's was priceless, he's been with me
on photo shoots with lots of fake blood and
fake feces. I emphasize FAKE. Number One fan
of the Dungbeetles (2nd Album out soon) and
a partner in producing Cacophony New Year's
94 and other crap. I even licked envelopes for
Al. He was licking the wall, so I don't know
what was going on. Cheers to an original!
wedding gift blow job, but you gotta give me
money now. You know how itchy I was
"down there?" Well, after I was wiping my
mouth of your juice, I needed to scratch my
keekaw, then one thing lead to another and
then, well, now you know why I need money.
And don't you even think of taking me to no
Back Alley Sally. I ain't gettin' rid of it.
field out in the middle of the
California desert, surrounded by
sagebrush, brown grasses, dust and
little else other than a couple dozen
other people who did not seem to notice
the cold as we did. I looked around
and was certain that we were the only
non-believers. That made me start to
wonder exactly why we were here. Was
it just a big joke? Was it some
strange fascination with the others'
own strange fascinations? Was it some
bizarre built-in desire to embrace what
we saw as bizarre? Were we really non-
believers? I thought I was but at that
moment I couldn't say I was sure. I
looked over and up at Al and asked
quietly, "Al, what if it comes?" He
looked over at me slowly, met my eye,
and turned back to the crowd. "No,
really," I said, "what if it really
does come?" He looked back at me,
smiling, and simply said "We can only
hope." I realized that despite
everything, I was secretly hoping,
hoping he was right, hoping all these
people were right, and that it would
come. "What then?" I asked. He
shrugged his shoulders. "Should we go
along with them? Do we really deserve
to?" "Why not?" he replied. "Well,
we're really not part of them, we don't
really believe in what they do, do
we?" "Why not?" he said
again. "We're out here, after all,
aren't we? Why would we be if we
didn't have the same hope?" It was a
good point, and it felt true. I
grinned, shivering slightly in the
cold, eyes watering from staring off
into the sky for so long. I looked
back at him. "At first I thought I
wanted to hope for their sake, because
this seems like something they really
want to believe. But now I realize
that I'm hoping for myself. I want to
be wrong, I want to be surprised, I
want things to not make any sense and
to be nothing like I really thought
they were." "Of course," Al
said, "isn't that why we're here? And
why most people wouldn't be?" I nodded
in agreement. "So we'll just go, will
we? If they let us?" "We will," he
said, "and they will let us." "How can
you be so sure?" I asked, although I
felt sure myself. "Because we are
here, that's why. For whatever reason,
we came out here hours ago and we're
still here, waiting." And I knew he
was right, and that I felt the same
way. I was here because it was better
to try, to believe, to have hope, and
to think there's a chance things might
not be as they seem, no matter what. I
couldn't live in the black and white
reality the rest of the world strove to
create. He was still looking at me,
watching me think, then asked "Are you
ready?" I smiled calmly. "Of
course." And right then we saw the
lights, distant, colored, flashing
faintly, as they came over the mountain
ridge, moving slowly but distinctly
towards us. The crowd around us
gasped, made noise, started shuffling
around and talking animatedly. Al and
I remained standing, frozen but
smiling. "Of course," he said. "Of
course."
bizarre, has a petrified cat and a
reproduction of the painting of Jimmy
Stewart and the big bunny from the
movie "Harvey". We once rode up to
the desert in a van filled to the brim
with high-powered explosives. He's a
mad doctor and holy man. A giant
Fortean leprechaun only visible to the
drunken trombone player who
wandered into the woods with a
busted TV and a bootleg video tape
of old Palmolive commercials from
the 70s. He has welcomed our
space brothers into the Church of
Magnetic Light and has let me and
my bretheren praise poopie to the
masses. God bless this man.
you'll ever meet, but you'll need to
pay attention to realize it.