rebekah
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impossible things are happening everyday
Female
28 years old
dirty water, Massachusetts
United States
Last Login: 12/22/2009
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| General | writing / research / science / hypnosis / music / art / comics / parallel universes / quantum mechanics / light / cooking / genetics / anthropology / space / the apocolypse / neurokinetics / conspiracies / robots / reading / puppies / cleaning / organizing / serial killers / my master plans / teatime / mappariums / friends /bkv / burritos / monolith press / steranko / AOK House | | Music | current rotation:
godspeed you black emperor
white zombie
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nin
symbion project
COC
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eddie and the cruisers soundtrack
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| | Movies | zombies, monsters, ghouls, serial killers, aliens, cannibals, documentaries, kung fu
| | Television | infomercials, ngeo, scich, tmc, mst3k, all in the family, dexters lab, dog the bounty hunter, documentaries, moral court, the dog whisperer, split ends, clean house, wife swap... [ basically, trash] | | Books | all of them
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Sardu's Theatre of the Macabre, Zombie-A-GoGo, Punk, Ska and Indie social sessions, Humans Against the New World Order
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rebekah's Details
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| Status: | In a Relationship | | Here for: | Networking, Friends | | Hometown: | the woods | | Zodiac Sign: | Sagittarius | | Occupation: | arsonist, writer |
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About me:
THE ANSWER TO 1984 IS 1776
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Who I'd like to meet:
Good evening, graduating class of the Ontario College of Art. My name is Manny Coon and I've been asked to speak to you about art. heh heh. Yet when I look out over your sea of vacant faces I feel like to puke. 'Cause I don't think any of you have suffered like ol' Manny Coon here has suffered.
I was born in a brothel, in a town which now no longer exists. When I was born, my mother mistook the afterbirth as my twin. And the cuter one, too, apparently. As I was immediately sold to the cleaning woman for a stamp... The cleaning woman went by the name of Magda. Lived out of the edge of town in an abandoned freezer. With a bum named Lucky.
Magda and Lucky used to fight over who's turn it was to beat me. So, to distract myself from the misery of my surroundings, I began to draw. And I drew whatever I could get my hands on. Flattened kleenex boxes, tin cans, fruit. But nothing fresh. I never had a fresh piece of fruit until I was 21. And it was a lime... I still take the existence of peaches on hearsay.
I was kicked out of the freezer when I hit puberty. So I hit the open road in search of fame and fortune. For the next ten years I wandered, sorta like that German Shepard... Hobo. Except I don't lick strangers faces unless I am fucking them.
My school was the open road. Pain and suffering, my textbooks. My teachers, the gypsies and rapscallions I met along the way. The only constant in my life was art. For you see boys and girls I, Manny Coon, am slave to the harshest mistress of all, my muse... That bitch rode the right side of my brain for all she was worth. Always driving me on to find that shade of blue that makes you cry, that red that makes you hot. And always... always, to paint bigger, and better, tits.
'Manny,' I said, 'What is it that gets to the people?' It was the tits. From there on I only painted tits! Green tits, yellow tits, blue tits, tits with three nipples! Tits over Atlanta, tits in wool and fur. Installation tits. Tits, tits, tits! And the result? Now my work hangs in all the best galleries in the planet. The art world is lined up to collectively kiss my ass...
So here I stand before you, drunk, smug, impotent... The only way I can come is to be hit by a bus. And I'm supposed to give you advice about art! The only advice I can give you is every morning paint something. I don't care what it is. A bottle of wine, a carrot, your favorite member of Menudo... Me? I like to paint a genital first thing. If I'm too hung over I photo copy my balls. If you're worrying about chromosome damage, don't bother. Artists shouldn't have kids... I don't really give a sh-t what you do! Just don't do it in MY living room... Good luck!
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