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"I'm like Padre Pio, except I can't cure blindenss in girls
who are born without pupils. also somewhat like a..."
More about Brian
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Occupation:
trader, but not the asshole kind. or mostly not.
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Hobbies and Interests:
design and consumption of food, clothing, shelter, avant garde nonsense, noise, old crusty alleys, boxing, breaking and entering, fencing, linguistics, bourbon, modern art, entropy, moss, minimalism, wine, shiny objects, urbanology
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Favorite Books:
Pale Fire (by you-know-who), Keegan, Most Borges, House of Leaves (for the style if not the substance), particle physics texts, stuff on neurology, On Killing, Guyotat, plus Hafiz, h. d., and, ee cummings, on the poetry front
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Favorite Movies:
artyfarty: Koyannasquatsi, Daisies, El Topo, Holy Mountain, most all Brakhage, any Guy Maddin, pop:, Lost Highway, Cannibal the Musical, Donnie Darko, films featuring angry monkeys
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Favorite Music:
experimental, I suppose, but everything from, Japanese noise music, Blood Brothers, Amon Tobin, Hafler Trio, Godspeed YBE, apocalyptic folk music, Coil, John Adams, Vandermark, old-school industrial to, Tom Waits, You get the idea.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Twin Peaks, horrific food shows
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About Me:
I'm like Padre Pio, except I can't cure blindenss in girls
who are born without pupils. also somewhat like a
magnetometer.
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Who I Want to Meet:
fulcanelli. modest geometric pure-forms. low down dirty architects.
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the living. My protons say that I miss hanging out
with you. Images in my head of Brian--with a
mullet, playing in ANY eighties cover band--get
me through the day. Bring me back some swiss
chocolate, boo! I feel lucky that I know you, and
that is what counts. Along with conditional
friendship. No chocolate = love does not
proliferate.
far from the truth. brian is, in fact, in a
cover band, but it's a "heart" cover
band. we are playing a nightly gig at a
spanish harlem honky-tonk.
oooh...barracuda!
journey cover band in eastern europe.
and i thought you moved to nyc. what
an asshole.
he uses to embezzle high art --art that he
rents for obese fees. it's fucking hot.
caramel...
$*#@ yeah! the summer just got sweeter
[/dirtier+hairer] awww yeah!
girl may ever find - amazing conversationalist
// self-depricating :: a master of aesthetics >
chiseled jaw:line [ay dios MIO] >> you're
enough to make me groan > scream ~ some
days, even YELP [;)] haha! ... seriously though,
i am so lucky to have you as my friend, on my
team... i bet we could kick some serious ass in
dodge:ball... and we'd be a great match for the
Iron Chef... ahhh, yes... my dear Mr. Moroz >
you are quite special * cant wait to see you,
SOON [hurry]
shit in the club scene... yr flesh is mine baby.
epicurean, as i have come to find. a
certain sublime aura is felt when in
his presence > something few have
the ability to ignite. he commands a
certain level of respect from his
fellow hedonists + you can be sure
that every second spent with him is
quality. he is astute, nurturing and
always aesthetically pleasing >
whats not to love? [ah yes] my
favorite quality is that he shares my
passion for the complete elimination
of all Philistines [uncouth, unrefined,
vulgar, obtuse, lumpish, oafish,
witless sloths]
then, we was all rowdy kids, running around
till midnight, throwing rocks at each other and
buttfucking Farmer Ben's cattle. It was crazy,
man! It was crazy!