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""The finest day that I ever had, was when I learned to cry on command."
Lately, I've been into this thing of treating..."
More about Justin
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Occupation:
actor, student, petty thief
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Hobbies and Interests:
examining small details of nature, people who speak differently, movies about drugs, insanity, American civilization, philosophy, making wit the love, foreign language
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Favorite Books:
cat's cradle, thus spake zarathustra, the old man and the sea, grendle, zen and the art of motorcycle maintenence, the tao...
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Favorite Movies:
Jesus' Son, the Masque of Red Death, Trainspotting, Run Lola Run, Requiem for a Dream, The Manchurian Candidate, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Pi
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Favorite Music:
beck, bjork, beta band, beatles, boards of canada, shiner, aphex twin, self, grandaddy, radiohead, godspeed you black emperor, Ua, james brown, velvet underground, outkast, ...
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Favorite TV Shows:
simpsons, northern exposure, curb your enthusiasm, ren and stimpy, any nature shows...
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About Me:
"The finest day that I ever had, was when I learned to cry on command."
Lately, I've been into this thing of treating everything like a serious psychology experiment, at least in my imagination. I gather evidence and draw conclusions and everything!
I'm in the independant horror flick, DEAD MEAT (www.deadmeatmovie.com)
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Who I Want to Meet:
extra-terrestrials, Alan Turing, romantics, pragmatists,
nerds, strippers, a criminal's
physician, wearers of vintage cloth, people who can dance
or would like to watch me dance when I'm drunk,
foreigners, out-of-towners, people who just regained
consciousness...
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the first boy I ever kissed. Or, maybe
he was just the first boy I ever kissed
who was worth remembering?
the world.
Justin down to earth, and Justin
begged god, "Please god don't make me
boring. I don't mind insane, I don't
mind being a little nutty, but please
please don't make me boring. I'd
rather die." god granted Justin that,
and now he can laugh and say "hell
yeah" when I told him this story.
I met Justin was: Is this kid autistic,
or is he just fawkn' crazy? Then he
followed me home one night and I
gave him a box of hideous goggles
with different colored lenses. (don't
ask, he loves them, you may have
seen him wearing them) He's a
funny cat, I enjoy his company as
long as he's not trying to get down
my pants- wait, that's how I feel about
all you kiddies (the boys that is) ;)
*me0owch*
anyways? Oh, that's right... to hype
up your friends in the off chance that
it might bring them some action. Well,
Justin doesn't need such hype. In
fact, most of the great things that I
could say about him would be true
(except for his ginormous cock - it's
merely respectable in length and
girth). So what do you want? Some
story about how he saved my life from
some psycho fuck? How about a tale of
a cross-country road trip? Would you
settle for a few small tidbits of his
persona... how he will often take
himself on some destinationless voyage
through Florida's cracker country for
the pure satisfaction of knowing what
it feels like to navigate like an
ant? Or maybe you'd rather hear about
Justin's encounter with the cousin of
la Fee Verte - you know who I'm
talking about - "...like the town drunk
out of an old Irish novel.... Yeah...
maybe.
sly dancer of a man. He can rock the
floor anytime, anywhere. Shakira
beware! This man shakes like a crack
whore missing a fix. Awww yeah. Hit
me baby one more time.
(there... how was that?)
the orgastic future that year by year
recedes before us. it eluded us then,
but that's no matter- tommorow we will
run faster, stretch our arms farther...
and one fine morning----
so we beat on, boats against the
current, borne back ceaselessy into the
past"
justin and i talked about the great
gatsby and the roaring 20's when we
met. that's why he's fucking badass. we
needed to hangout more.