Dating Women, Relationship with Women, Friends, Activity Partners

Mar 2004

Chicago

Illusory Transitions Group, Malleus and Incus and Stapes, Flimsy Films, The Lost Pantomime Society

http://profiles.friendster.com/7036679

Antioch Community High School, American Professional Bartending School, Netra, The Sand Box, Yo-Yo and Superball School

Professional Wig Thief

Lucidity Institute, Abstract Repercussionists, The Sand Box, The Black Plant Agency, Bug Talk, Imaginary Giant Giraffe Glimpsers Anonymous

Salivation, Ingestion, Digestion, Volitility, Ulceration, Emesis, Excretion, Inhalation, Exhalation

Bukowski wrote a few, Miller wrote a few, Salinger had it, Hemingway could beat the carpet too, Raymond Chandler gave it his way, Basho's haiku took the too bright feather out my hat, Rumi spun and spun showing me the dizzy drunkeness of love, ee cummin

Kubrick could do it, Lynch can do it, alot of silent films, Big Trouble in Little China, OLD Bond (Connery, cheesewit, women, and gadgets), Miss Julie, Scorsese is pretty good, Tarantino knows at times, Dead Man, The Hustler, The Razor's Edge, Amelie

When the sun beams stream through the rain and the last leaves dance on the ground during sunset at the end of autumn as i eat excrement and die

OLD Tom and Jerry, Three Stooges, Marx Bros., Cheers, Twin Peaks, Sopranos, Kids in the Hall, Mr. Show, Quantum Leap

Wiry, but the electricity comes and goes. Fiery, but not always when the wind blows. Direly squeezing out wheezy poetry instead of prose. I am entirely exempt from responsible behavior and yet I am polite to a flaw. I rebuke my pets with a gentle swat. I can instill fear or warmth in a glance, and yet I eat hay like all the others. Sometimes I want to be Rasputin, yet other times Houdini. I like the game of pool on many levels, I like to play ping-pong with a paddle in each hand (TWO-FISTED PING-PONG!) until I'm drunk and sweating. I enjoy reading the dictionary as I write. I have a ridiculous addiction to "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City". My heart is like a fortune-cookie that tore the fortune when it was broken. I enjoy storms that bring light in flashes brighter than day and shadows deeper than night. The color red makes me stop. I enjoy creations that vanish (like writing or drawing on people with a marker or in sand with my finger just above the tideline) and destructions that make new or subtle things appear. Absinthe. Alcohol. Various ancient religious rites and mythologies (anthropology of Frazer's "Golden Bough"). Paper-airplanes in public places. Bad Origami. Horseradish, Cayenne, Onions, Garlic, Wasabi. Travel. Breaking sculptures to make them new. Melting or twisting metal. Haiku, senryu. Lucid dreaming. Laughing hysterically at people who scowl or scoff at some behavior or another because they forget they don't understand the world. Hearing people laugh at me when they catch me in some dumb presumption. Getting ruder when someone mentions rudeness. People that like to be rude. Pinching and/or poking people unexpectedly. The Skeleton in "The Lost Skeleton of Cadavara" (SHUT-UP! I SLEEP NOW.), I love the feeling of exhaustion just as much as I like exhausting people. Especially in hopeless coitus. I mean bicycling.
Also I eat gum. I don't chew it, I swallow it whole and eat it like candy. Because that's what it is.

People who don't run too fast towards "the good" or from "the bad". And by these, I also mean "comfort" and "discomfort". Logically fantastical maniacs and half-unsettled rovers. Nymphomaniacs with confident grace and sense of space whose sense of direction could possibly lead them toward a bozo like me. Lovers, loners, gamblers, artful dodgers, artless stoics, and enemies of enemies of friends.