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Occupation:
office worker guy, photographer
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Hobbies and Interests:
photography, traveling, not living in the same spot for more then two years, drums, just started learning how to play the guitar
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Favorite Books:
jesus' son, 1984, junkie, post office, running with the muse, the communist manifesto, the gambler, bokok, tropic of cancer
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Favorite Movies:
super troopers, verses, run lola run, army of darkness
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Favorite Music:
anything that doesn't suck
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Favorite TV Shows:
simpsons, family guy, that 70's show, sealab 202
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About Me:
I rule.
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Who I Want to Meet:
people
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thought another vogel being added to
the world was going to end it. what
ho. this is surely a sign of the
apocalypse. I should name my son
damien.
during beginning painting class. He used to be a
good sport about everyone bumming cigs off him.
Eric like burritos.
have ever seen. Whey do I feel like I
was there when it was taken? If I was,
I don't want to know why I was apart of
this, but I was probably really turned
on! Damn, baby. Shake what yo' mamma
gave ya sugar. Where are you? I miss
you, you crazy fool.
Ireland. If it wasn't for them (and
whiskey) We Irish folk would be
dominating the world. It would all look
like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory but
with leprechans instead of those damn
umpa-lumpa's. The Umpa's would be
reduced to the position of leprechan
slave bitches. Yea. And instead of
candy and shit it would be booze
EVERYTHING. None of that musical shit
either. Mabey an irish jig. Actually I
guess it would look nothing like that
fucking chocolate factory. Fuck it.
know about eric:
"Cousineauts"
by andy sell
alcoholics
bargain shoppers
clipping coupons to get the best deal
on those moments when cooperation
becomes co-optation
spring breakers for life
refused entrance to canada
wearing hawaiian shirts to celebrate
metal with mesh caps
handclapping paddycake hardcore in the
mosh pit
noting non-sequitirs like song lyrics
going surfing on crests of
homoeroticism and hiccupped hate
until you are no longer you
and i am no longer i
for life
WOOOOOOOO!
somehow got his dumb self to london or
wherever and he so stupid that he
thinks they dumb but he just can't
understand what they are saying! so he
just wanders around in a drunken stupor
wondering if he can find anyone to play
peanut butter fight or will throw
bottles at him while he wields a
machete. damn you dumb!
asking for cigarettes. but he accepted
me as his friendster and that warms me
in the cockles or some place. in my
mind eric is eqauted with meat.
whether he is barbquing with his
parents, or meat-a-pulting it into a
parking lots... eric = meat.
make me soooo hard. Eric, would you like
a tuna sandwich?
why is he alive? tell me why?!?! oh
yeah, cause I'm dumb. damn! why?
oh shit I'm wasted.