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"i fall asleep at the slightest provocation. i have tan
lines from wearing glasses. my favorite smell is cardboard.
aim:..."
More about rebecca
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Occupation:
square
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Affiliations:
union of socialist kite-flyers, splattercaust, aarp, dcurf, john doe
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Hobbies and Interests:
the ultramundane, hygiene, baking, transience, the apocalyptic, the post-apocalyptic, scrabble, permanence, expletives, letterpress, tragedy, travel, flooding, manual labor, laser beams, the most powerful helping hand, diagrams, things that smell, grifting
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Favorite Books:
the SCUM manifesto, the MLA handbook, under questionable circumstances
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Favorite Movies:
dawn of the dead, female trouble, mad max: beyond thunderdome, repo man
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Favorite Music:
noise, the bells of the stanhope united methodist church on route 183 overlooking beautiful lake musconetcong, ktu
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About Me:
i fall asleep at the slightest provocation. i have tan
lines from wearing glasses. my favorite smell is cardboard.
aim: monogoggle.
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Who I Want to Meet:
the sordid end
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early spring sunlight was glinting off
her cleanly shaven head. in fact, much
of the interactions that i had with
becky after this point seem to chiefly
be made of my wanderings inside a
blinding, endless desert of light and
reflection. the last time i saw her,
she had some hair. now im completely
confounded. i feel as if the world was
turned upside down. and it feels kinda
good.
dude how's it goin
(wasn't me, it was kiki) because she had blue hair or
something, and was wearing a nofx shirt i imagine.
her too well. but the very first time i met her when
she was a freshman, i talked to her at brower while
on drugs, got really upset, went home, cried, and
wrote an article about the experience that ended up
in a zine i put out. since i am sure she has never
seen it, the article was about thoreau and moving
to the woods. don't ask me, i was on drugs.
the world are zombies, pirates, and
robots? imagine the chaos that would
ensue were we to add ninjas into the mix...
always devestated, and ALWAYS packing a
mean right-hand slap.
priestess...
for a sociology class, becky is the
girl i turn to. she makes noises and
gestures that are impossible to
transcribe. plus, she's the raddest
roommate i ever had.
some ground beef