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"who knows? sometimes i dress up like the Kool Aid Man and
run around my city in red tights with a pitcher of cherry..."
More about Damian
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Occupation:
maxing the clink
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Hobbies and Interests:
prose&poetry, music, literature, photography, skateboarding, art, falling asleep in the park under a mexican blanket, ghost stories, road trips, etc.
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Favorite Books:
the peculiar memories of thomas penman, haunted heartland, honey and salt, love is a dog from hell, snow crash, microserfs, neuromancer, contact, fell, 1000 chairs, the clitourist, the guide to getting it on, little book of american presidents
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Favorite Movies:
sirens, real genius, purple rain, point break, donnie darko, the ninth gate, the rachel papers, orlando, anything by roman polanski, pump up the volume, the seventh seal, lolita, waterlands, dr. strangelove, twin peaks.....
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Favorite Music:
cibo matto, the cure, charles mingus, prince, the sugarcubes, beastie boys, nick drake, the pixies, bjork, sonic youth, john coltrane, massive attack, paul okenfold, ravi shankar, parvan chatterjee, shakespear's sister, black sheep, smashing pumpkins, klf
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Favorite TV Shows:
reading rainbow, Twin Peaks, fashion tv, degrassi high
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Zodiac Sign:
Sagittarius
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About Me:
who knows? sometimes i dress up like the Kool Aid Man and
run around my city in red tights with a pitcher of cherry
drink, bustin' in on people, who are, you know, baking, or
something, or making out, or just sighing in a floofy sort
of way, and scream "Oh yeah!" like i'm really excited about
something.
Other days (the alternate ones) i'm lonely, and i affix
oatmeal raisin cookies over my ears and go out to walk in
the (sometimes metaphysical) rain and viciously kick
puddles until my self esteem rises above sea level.
i like to look at my reflection on black plastic and
refrigerators, and sometimes i shave too often so my face
is bloody. my friends' socks are charmed off when i
expound my views on hats, the state of late night tacos in
minneapolis, and "fruits&vegetables vs. humans: the classic
debate".
my band is currently poised to take over the St. Anthony
Park Music Scene, which consists of one group ( i think )
and as soon as we get a singer we'll be gravy.
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Who I Want to Meet:
i'm just looking for one, divine, hammer...... one divine
hammer......
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I was wrong. I feel horrible. Remember
all those lists we used to make ranking
Cure albums? Remember how you always
used to say: "Disintigration is the
best album ever!"? I told you that it
wasn't. I said "Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss
Me" or I said "Wish" but I was wrong.
Disinitgration is the best. It is an
immortal record and I've been blasting
it all morning much to the disturbance
of my neighbors. I love you Damain. I
will never doubt you again.
nizzle. If ever you should doubt this
dont step, f'real.
school, we used to go skateboarding on
the UofM St Paul campus at 3:00 in the
morning with Justin or Tony or just the
two of us, drink soda and talk about
girls, one time while I was playing
Final Fantasy 7 I was asking Tony some
questions about Materia, and D got
super pissed off at me, but that never
kept him from talking about the
textbased games he played
have attempted to write to Damian, we
shall see if this one perserveres.(sp?
probably wrong). Damian is like Shaft,
he's one bad-ass mutha-fucka and he'll
release the coolness on ya to the N'th
degree. Watch out y'all, 'cuz he's
back in the full effect and he hasn't
even BEGUN to tell me all his creepy
ghost stories, and I'm already putty in
his large, capable, hands...
actually you are looking more ravishing
then ever. Did you get a hair cut, or
perhaps get laid? Who knows or cares,
the important thing is that you are
stylin' thus giving you the right to
rub everyone elses zitty faces in your
good fortune. That's cool. Actually, no
it's not, all your flexin' outside of
Burrito Loco is getting a little out of
hand, and I think that someone needs to
teach you a lesson. A VERY violent
lesson.
walk in a fire hydrant spray, and the
sexiness of 'shhhh' on halloween night.
Too funky for a fender jazz, wahwah,
and a pickscrape with fuzztone. I met D
in a babysitting class when we were 14,
and the dynamic duo has remained
ingrained in the main vein of societies
pain. You want this man so bad you can
taste your own saltiness.