Paul

massage therapist

microphones, 60's movies & 70's interiors, my pink 60's suit, brooklyn, night owlism - waking up at the crack of 2..pm!, all things rock, the body electric and the healing arts, aladdin sane, weed!, ambient electronica, vodka/soda

life of pi, jitterbug perfume, a clockwork orange (nudsat!), the man who mistook his wife for a hat, under milkwood, harpo marx's autobiography, slaughterhouse 5, moby dick, siddhartha

danger diabolik, CQ, the forbidden zone, city of god, the hunger, the gummo, cinema paradiso, the vidiot from uhf, hedwig and the angry inch (i got an angry inch!), fast times at ridgmont high, mad max, johnny suede, time bandits, time of the gypsies, loot, the warriors, chopper!

mr bowie, pj harvey, the jesus lizard, sly and the family stone, parliment, the irresistable force, prince, me, howie b, nick drake, tricky, pavement, dusty springfield, ween, foreigner, cat power, kool kieth, the birthday party, trail of dead, dj food, dj cam, mr. eno

the muppet show, g-force / battle of the planets, the prisoner, kung faux, the tommorrow people, that 70's show, ren and stimpy... er, i don't watch so much television anymore

Australian livin'in NYC. 6'2''.Thats me looking down.
You
can't
see my eyes. I'm in disguise. I'm in dis' pear. I'm
f**king dis' custard. If it's gunna be THAT kind of
party...
I love getting ripped and composing scripts of my real
and
imaginary life. I love it when I have a section of world-
matter in my veiwfinder and I tilt my head until the
image
clicks and becomes timeless.
I wanna sing and if I can't sing then I'll bark. I love
getting ripped and turning a hummmmmm into a spark
- my own
song that's indented and pock marked with emotional
asteriod showers. Is this too much? There's more.
I make a living as a massage therapist. It's my gift. I
can fix people. Release knots and clear energy blocks.
New York has only a handful of really good massage
therapists. And I am 1.

That nameless fuzzy heart love. Plus Stupid surreal humour makes my eyes twinkle...
HEY! Email me... if the friendster's alllll fucked up. whatknotsnyc@hotmail.com