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College/University:
Santa Monica College, Attended 1986 - 1990, Class of , Other
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Occupation:
Technofacsist Propellerhead | Hillbilly Jesus
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Hobbies and Interests:
Indoor Enthusiast, my TiBook, slashdot, Medieval Siege Weapons, Mortuary Sciences, Power Tools, Massages, Tantric Yogurt, Alcoholism, Guns, Stunt Driving, Clowns, Midgets, goths, Your Mom
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Favorite Books:
Under the Rooftops of Paris, The Silmarillion, Vonnegut, Pynchon, Palahniuk, King, Barker, Hesse, Jung, Marcus Aurelius, As Bill Sees It, The New Yorker.
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Favorite Movies:
Citizen Kane!, Apocalypse Now, Se7en, Jacob's Ladder, Fight Club, LoTR:FOTR, LoTR:TTT, The Matrix, Immortal Beloved, Bad Lieutenant, I Stand Alone, Pi, Requiem For a Dream, anything by Takashi Miike, Abel Ferrara, or Gaspar Noe. Amazing Grace and Chuck
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Favorite Music:
Milo is God. TOOL, APC, System of a Down, Foo Fighters, Zeppelin, Jeff Buckley, Miles, Trane, Hendrix, Sabbath, Discharge, Merzbow, pre-1985 punk rawk....just about everything, as long as it's played loud enough to blow the fuck out of your speakers.
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Favorite TV Shows:
DVD | .avi | .mxv
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Zodiac Sign:
Sagittarius
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About Me:
doli incapax.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Whatever. Date. Fuck. Repeat.
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(Well, he exudes a type of air, depending on his diet. You can choose your own adjective.)
Also, the hog-leg rumors are true.
impact on the people around him is only
outdone by his capacity to make others
in his life feel like more than they
are. I've known him for ten years, wish
it was ten more.
with his own big-ass mountaneous
land on the edge of the sea with a
big-ass castle where we do genetic
experiments on lame & stupid
people.
with John Maher, people tend to get
excited. Of course, after a long
explanation, they come to realize that
it's not "John Mayer" that I'm talking
about.
pee my pants laughing, or even bought
me a damn cup of coffee. But, truth be
told, I do know him, and he's pretty
cool.
stories that will make you laugh, then puke,
then cry, and then laugh again. He's also one
smart motherf*cker with attitude to spare.
Last checked, John still refuses to buy any
Bungie game because they shafted the Mac
with Halo. And in my book, that qualifies him
as one cool dude.
low and behold he pops up when you
least expect him. And you realize that
the vacuum you thought he'd left in
your life was nothing more than gas.
However, when around, the man can make
you piss your pants laughing. Some
things I've learned about John over the
years: don't slam his hair in his car
door; don't spit on him (though I hear
he likes a golden shower once in a
while); don't cut him off while
driving; in general just don't piss the
bastard off. Oh, it's grand to be back
in the fold.
destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked, dragging himself
through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix, angel-headed
hipsters and crotch-rot infested whores
burning for the ancient heavenly "John
connection to the starry dynamo in the
machinery of night, his poverty and
tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up
smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water fiats "trudging across the
tops of cities contemplating jazz, he
bared their brains to Heaven under the
El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering
on tenement roofs illuminated, he
passed through universities with
radiant cool eyes hallucinating
Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among
the scholars of war, he was expelled
from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows
of the skull, he cowered in unshaven
rooms in underwear, burning their money
in wastebaskets and listening to the
Terror through the wall, he got busted
in their pubic beards returning through
West Hollywood with a belt of marijuana
for New York, he ate fire, and shat
cottage cheese in paint hotels and
drank turpentine in Paradise Alley,
death, or feasted on their torsos night
after night, John's dreams, John's
drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol
and cock and endless balls.
relationship with God. It is petite,
like a mouse on his shoulder. So if you
ever catch him mumbling, now you know,
he is communicating with the creator.