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"i used to be a bit heftier.....some loved it, others thought
i was too much warehouse for them. since then, i've
slimmed..."
More about Lunatarium
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Occupation:
showing people a good time
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Hobbies and Interests:
watching people eat fire, listening to great music, getting danced on, having artists stick installations all over my hot hot post-industrial bod, getting folks triznashed
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Favorite Books:
Guerilla PR Tactics, 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, Last Night a DJ Saved My Life, Everybody Poops
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Favorite Movies:
24 Hour Party People, Human Traffic, Mad Max
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Favorite Music:
Anything that reverbs and makes people dance
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Favorite TV Shows:
Twin Peaks, Saved by the Bell, Cops and Cops Too Hot for Television, anything on Telemundo, My Two Dads (I was all up on that freight elevator of theirs)
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About Me:
i used to be a bit heftier.....some loved it, others thought
i was too much warehouse for them. since then, i've
slimmed down to a way of enjoying New York City nightlife. If you like un-updated websites, go here:
http://www.lunatarium.com
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Who I Want to Meet:
People who are fun, who made new friends because of
me,
who found romance while partying in my space, who
became
inspired by the people who made me who I am, or
someone
who can fix a broken freight elevator
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electrics were all at 240V instead of
120V and I fell off the ladder because
I got shocked. O for luck there was a
some soft "art" for me to land on.
Good parties though.
to at you man. That RBG party where
the DJ was up on that big ledge with
that rotting staircase and there was
about a million people there and it was
just a big empty warehouse... that was
badass... of course then the Burning
Time started, and teenie bobbers
stapped with TNT, "Winks The Fish" and
let's not forget when Donald Rumsfield
ran around naked with a machine gun
claiming he was the REAL Norman Cook...
I guess that's what started the crack
downs, that and my hidden stash of
nuclear armnaments I kept under
Plymouth street... maybe I should stop
writing now huh?
memorable ride up your freight elevator
for the complacent/RGB gathering... the
rickety doors parted open, and bastard-
loud music flooded in, and my eyes
wandered around your vast expanse, made
all funky with dayglo streamers and
such... it was a scene straight out of
a movie.
my groove on so well.
together. when i'm inside you, physical
boundaries melt away, and we just seem to
vibrate until the sun rises. i miss you so
much oh sweet loonybin, nothiiing
compares... to yooo
stomach stapled, yet didn't stop
gorging itself. when will it learn. if it
did love a great sound system and
gorgeous views of the sun rising
over electrical generators as seen
from a unisex bathroom, i'd have
nothing to do with her.
through....remember when I worked your
coat check and it collapsed on me--
AND, I was the only person on duty?
Well, to be honest I resented you for
a while, but now I look back and
laugh. You're also the one that
brought me together with my main
squeeze and for that I thank you! By
the way, you got one big elevator
shaft!
you have it. Stop Hiding my shit. I
thought we were friends.