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"(I think about pennies...a lot.) I Think I
could best be
described in this quote, from C.
Millikin Christie, in his..."
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Schools (Other):
100 dollar bill
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Occupation:
Go to the bathroom where everyone sees!
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Affiliations:
Smiles Across America, Inc.
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Hobbies and Interests:
comic books, parallel realities, sound, blue, fine china
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Favorite Books:
The Unteleported Man (now Lies, Incorporated), Ubik, Blow-Up and Other Stories, The Demolished Man
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Favorite Movies:
Kiss Me Deadly, Blue Velvet, Picnic At Hanging Rock, Ghostbusters, Wild at Heart, The Changeling, Angel Heart, Millers Crossing
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Favorite Music:
Donovan, The Amps, Little Wings, Neil Young, Beat Happening, The Zombies, Yume Bitsu, Mazzy Star, Brainiac, The Pixies, Albert Ayler, The Boredoms, Butthole Surfers, The Microphones, Angelo Badalamenti
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Favorite TV Shows:
Twin Peaks, Hotel Room, The Prisoner, The Kingdom, The State, West Wing
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Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
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About Me:
(I think about pennies...a lot.) I Think I
could best be
described in this quote, from C.
Millikin Christie, in his legendary lecture at Univeristy
of Toronto in May '82:
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Who I Want to Meet:
That kid that punched me in the forehead when I was 10 at
summer camp. I want to know
what he's doing now, what he eats for lunch, if he loves
his parents, his thoughts on foreign policy, and whether
or not it was worth it - was it, Jason?
Or, if one of those dolls that you feed and poops (you know,
they ones they'd sell during afternoon cartoons) came to
life, I'd like to pleasure it.
That's right. Pleasure it.
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pass on the knowledge of the ages to
their kin, and you will hear of the epic
battle between Jeff and Graham. This is
no meagre squabble, my friend. This is
the war to end all wars. For, in the
battle of Jeff and Graham, there is no
winner. All will perish in the
firestorm of hatred and turmoil that
follows in their paths. Souls weep as
they prepare for battle, strapping on
their swords of bitterness, shields of
angst. Yea, but to witness one blow is
to feel the pain of one thousand
greiving widows. Yea.
around him, yet he retreats silently as
he cries the tears of a thousand
blemished souls/jerks off.
I'm not there to see him? The kind
that wear hats that say 'awesome'.
Konnichi-wa, bitch.
believe there were organisations
to kill my snakes for me.
ie the church. ie the government. ie
school. but when I got a little older I
learned that graham scott would be
happy to take care of them for me. for
serious, kids. the guy's a freakin
snake-stopping-machine. a bloody
mongoose i tell ya.
me. Twizzlers make my mouth happy. I
bet Graham can make Twizzlers happy
too. No joke. I'd bet a lot.
grade, back when he was tipping desks
over, but actually I was in the fog of
my overbearing mother at the time, and
I don't remember having much
consciousness of my own, except when I
was with my good friedn Caroline, but
this isn't a testimonial about
Caroline, its a testimonial about
Graham, who I got to know better right
around ninth grade when he started
going out with Amanda, actually,
besides Caroline's brief dating
experiance with Brian, Graham and
Amanda were the first "real couple" in
high school, that is of my friends.
Graham went out on my dad's boat. How
in the world did we all get down to the
beach? Me, caroline, amanda, jeff
crouse, who I was in love with at the
time, Irene, who I was not in love with
at the time, but who became my roommate
in Ireland three years later, when
Jeff, Graham, Irene and I went on a
school trip to Ireland and England, and
am I missing anyone else? Yes, my
mother drove us all down to the beach,
because we had just finished ninth
grade and none of us could drive yet.
None of us could even smell our drivers
permit yet. The most humiliating time
in a young person's life is when they
have the mind and body of a sixteen
year old, but no drivers liscense to
prove it. Ah, it was many years ago. I
can't remember a thing about it, except
that Amanda and Graham bit, and the
outing on the boat. I have photographs.
I haven't seen Graham in a few years. I
don't know how he tracked me down on
this here Friendster here. I don't know
any of his friends now, hello everyone!
except his sister Becca. I remember
you, Becca. Hello Becca! Hello Graham!
know, whatever. But seriously, dude,
just don't fucking touch me.
incessant lying. One time he had me
believing he had just watched a baby
kitten fall from a six story building
and die.
Also Graham is half-pirate I have
discovered and mumbles about buried
treasure in his sleep...
in '93. We were both trying to bury
the same chick, and we've been Snack
Buddies ever since.