Discovery Channel, art against pop culture, the California Raisins, educational pornography, my roomate, ovaltine, John Patrick Shanley, right and wrong, selling-out... (NOT!)
Music
Edith Piaf, Georges Bizet, School House Rock
Movies
"The cinema is for the birds!"
--me, Josh Morgan.
Television
Laguna (yeah right)
Books
The novella I wrote in the spring of my tenth year entitled "A Strange Interlude Between Angela's Baby Pictures And The Sand." It was followed up by my second "Iris' Insides" but opened to mixed reviews. Personally, I thought I compromised to the bequest of a certain senator (I thought we had something) and the critics sensed it. Never again for a woman--but men still make me swoon when I think of my father and the fortune cookie we never shared together. Also, Memoirs of A Gay Shaw
Joshua Leonard's Details
Status:
Single
Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
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About me: Hello. How are you? Glad to hear it. My name is Josh Morgan, no doubt. I never have stayed in one place too long, or as the Spaniards say—“lugar.” This is because my mother and I have traveled around the world collecting ancient Mongolian artifacts that consequently by human error have been spread from their natural origin—Horocruxes of the non-magical persuasion as it were. I’ve ventured the pyramids of ancient Egypt (chatted with mummies and scarabs of sorts), broken wind with the tides of March (Foucault, you love it!), discussed politics in the orange groves of its respective Californian county, and even dreamed a time or two…in a Starbucks along the banks of Nor. Hm…sorry, I was thinking about my mother’s war drum. And quite often when I’m lost in the rhythm of what the late, the great Gloria Esteban likes to define what’s “gonna get you,” I am most likely thinking about sex.
That’s right, I have a sex drive derived from my dick sauce. Does that shock you? Is that taboo?
Oh—sorry, I forgot to mention, I’m an artiste, an actor, a theatre going gal, not gal, but who knows one day, sort of whatever you’d like to call it. And by the end of this first quarter—the floor will fear me. The power I have to influence and change with my craft, honed to near imperfection, the kind of imperfection that makes the Girl from Ipanema go “awwww….” Beautiful human fragment…where is your home?
Who I'd like to meet: Myself in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
gnome it is then....i saw a pretty little one on sale down on Sunset Blvd. He was singing sweetly to himself in the window and finger-picking like mississippi john hurt... he's perfect! I'll pick him up after school.
yes i would. fish aren't mobile enough. gerbils don't look like they would be our child enough. cats might work, they're poetic... your thoughts on the species?
i deleted what you wrote from my wall. the paint was dripping and the whole world wanted to stick their fingers in it. too bold. too brazen. don't you dare talk about my raisin on national tv. keep it between us, don't put up a fuss, all is well in denmark, get set, go.
