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"brown and sticky"
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Schools (Other):
Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Laney
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Occupation:
Scatological Humorist
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Affiliations:
Masons, O.T.O., Knights of Templar, Mickey Mouse Club, Green Party, Hells Angels, Illuminati
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Hobbies and Interests:
finding lost things, bacon, pollock, troutmask, conflict, fire, kicking shit, eating stuff on a cob, mother, boring them to death, petting the cat over and over and over, blue shower, throwing things, slamming doors, denial, withdrawal, cupcakes, being uncomfortable
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Favorite Books:
genesis, exodus, revelations, curious george
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Favorite Movies:
overdubbed charlie brown christmas, man in the hatshop, captain stargrove, one flew over the cuckoo's nest
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Favorite Music:
no wave, punk, jazz - hot and cold but not smooth, country blues, modern symphonic, blood head, bootface, deadeye, brownnose, the phantom limbs, get hustle, valley fever, flipper, bruise brothers, the bedsores, the rugs from under me, capitulant, hobby whore, carnal porridge, red and blue angels
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Favorite TV Shows:
Friends
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About Me:
brown and sticky
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Who I Want to Meet:
Some nerd to do my homework for me.
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the Centurian now!
on fire. this man is a flaming belly!
targets according to geometric
locations and the caculus of the
anatomy. I prefer dumb, ambitious
women. Loto seems to be following his
instincts for small children or babies.
This might be more powerful than what
I'm doing in regards to the perimeters
set by God.
around in piles of filthy oily industrial
waste, as is our wont, I realized "Loto" (I
knew him by a different name) and I had
known each other back in ye olde
Egypttianne times. This realizion was
both frightening and comforting.
Game. It was hate at first sight. He
answered all my questions with the
awfullest answers ever devised by one
cruel mind. Still, there was something
slightly more attractive about him than
Torco The Clown. So I picked Torco at
the end of the show but there's just so
much stench a woman can take. I
should've picked Loto and gone to
Encinitas with him instead. Dammit.
show in 1987. He was their keyboard
tech (Midi--of course), and minutes
after meeting him he was giving me a
tour of his equipment. At first I was
thrown off by the implicit incongruence
of his red clown nose and tender,
comtemplative gaze, but after a few
hours in his personal neighborhood (!)
I knew he was a friend for keeps. A few
years ago I wrote him a song
called "humans breathe", but I've
always been too shy to play it for him.
It's a dance-beat driven ballad about
meeting a friend-for-keeps who's a
professional keyboard tech with a
penchant for taming female hips. I hope
to play it for him soon, and should I
one day develop a fiercer inclination,
it's, hands down, the first thing I'll
do.