activism, revolution, riots, rebellions, raving, wood parties, squat parties, psy trance, philosophy, books, revolution, political activism, lovers, eyeliner, faeries, pirates, dreams, lovers, glittery make up, masturbation, sex, religion, buddhism, altered states of consciousness, high heeled stillettos, painting, graffiti, sewing, designing, anarchists, crazies, eccentrics, political philosophy etc
Music
psy trance, gabba, hippy chillout, punk, reggae, drum n bass etc, Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Miles Davies etc etc
Movies
basquiat, frida, amelie, chocolat etc
Television
burn your TV in your yard and gather 'round it with your friends and warm your hands upon the fire and start again. take the story you've been told the lies that justify the pain, the guilt the weighs upon your soul and throw 'em all away. tear up the calendar you've bought and throw the pieces to the sky, confetti falling down like rain like a parade to usher in your life. take the dreams that should have died the ones that kept you lying awake when you should've been all right and throw 'em all away. help me empty out this house the things i've gathered all these days and thought i couldn't do without and throw it all away
-TtWS-
Books
the unbearable lightness of being, nietzsche, kite runner, the phantom tollbooth, memoirs of a geisha, communist manfiesto etc
Heroes
The layer of glitter over your six inch stilleto heels portruding madness into triple chocolate mousse running down the sides of crazy mans sanity.
The University of Essex
Colchester, United Kingdom
Graduated: N/A
Major: Philosophy and Literature
Minor: Latin American Studies and French
Current Courses:
About me: I'm small, blunt, and weird. Get past it and you might find something you like.
Well behaved women do not make history.
'You can taste it in the shock and roar of a first, unexpected kiss, or in the blood in your mouth that instant after an accident when you realize you’re still alive. It blows in the wind you feel on the rooftops of a really reckless night of adventure.'
Crimethinc.
When poets and radicals stay up until sunrise, wracking their brains for the perfect sequence of words or deeds to fill hearts (or cities) with fire, they’re trying to find a hidden entrance to it. When children escape out the window to go wandering late at night, or freedom fighters search for a weakness in government fortifications, they’re trying to sneak into it—for they know better than us where the doors are hidden. When teenagers vandalize a billboard to provoke all-night chases with the police, or anarchists interrupt an orderly demonstration to smash the windows of a corporate chain store, they’re trying to storm its gates.
Crimethinc
A wall is just a wall and can be broken down
Assata Shakur
Figh Foul and Faster my friend, the old world is behind you
Who I'd like to meet: activists, anarchists, lovers, artists, writers, poets, dreamers, hippies, ravers, punks, eccentrics, crazies, the unwanted, the real sub cultured victim of mainstream madness, communists, idealists, pragmatists etc
hey, i did text you a few weeks back, have you still the same number? I don't use myspace much anymore. how you doing? are you back in colchester now? I'm thinking of coming to london in a month or so. soo we will have to finally meeet up! xxxxx p.s. how was boom?
My writing has been on hiatus momentarily as I get my life in order.
I'm looking into a job at ccbill, which is a local billing agency for porn sites! It pays pretty damn well and is a very laid back environment.
I've been working on some short stories/scripts. I've submerged myself, lately, in the world of David Lynch's work; mighty bizarre and bizarrely wonderful stuff.
"...and I stayed 'til Monday Night!" I love it. Sending BIggEST and SHiNYest BiRthday Wishes From The Colonies... why is "colon" the basis for that word??
Nasrudin is looking for a parking place for already 20 minutes. He turns around, he waits, he drives a bit further, but nothing.
He has an important business meeting and he's gonna be late, but nothing, no parking space. Filled with despair he raises his eyes up to the sky and says : " Allah, if You get me a parking space in five minutes, I promise You that I'll eat halal food for the rest of my life…."
And suddenly - a miracle – right next to him a car drives away, leaving an ideal parking spot.
So Nasrudin turns his eyes to the sky and says : "Allah, You can stop searching, I found one!"
I was walking to give a sermon for Muslm services at the local prison, when a young woman with a clipboard and an Obama button came up to me and asked me if I was a registered democrat. I looked the soon to be victim of my political diatribe in the eye and said "I do not accept the principles of democracy". Aghast, she stared at me. I summed up my position thusly: "Democracy, far from its lie of gaurenteeing freedom, insures the establishment of a tyrannt; because the lowest, perverted, greedy, and sadistic people on the planet eventually lay their hands upon the instruments of political power".
Then she asked if I was a supporter of the left or the right. I said that I reject the entire dialectic and its questionable platform. Furthermore, the left / right dialectic is utterly meaningless because the political framework of the world does not in any way resemble, and is completely divorced from, the economic realities that determine the totality of human society.
She didn't know how to take it.
Recently, someone demanded to know if I was a Sunni or a Shi'ite. I said "Was the Prophet Sunni or Shi'ite?"
Yet another time, I was accused of being "evil" because I disagreed with the policies of the Israeli government.
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