i like things like cameras and live music and markers and spray paint and tattooing and national geographic and religion and writing and occasionally reading and pabst blue ribbon and women and pot after pot of coffee and science and history and pirates and ninjas and the discovery channel and pocket billiards and film and goddamn american poetry.
Music
it better be fucking loud.
Movies
it's a david lynch world.
Television
twin peaks. nothing else makes any damn sense.
Books
killpoet, brain box, offbeat pulp.
you know, things you can feel.
About me: my name is seth. i write, occasionally read, take a lot of pictures, listen to a lot of music, drink pabst, and have no patience for wine snobs. you can find more of my photography at: http://www.strait-jacketphotography.ipernity.com/ as well as http://picasaweb.google.com/sethelkins/UntitledAlbum#
Who I'd like to meet: misinterpreted interpretations of people, places, and things, at random intervals.
I love your artwork. your poem sparked a myriad of emotions. I couldn't help but to mentally color your words with my own life experiences. it drew me in.
whad up ho, havent talked to you since you made your spiritual migration. I hope all is well, i wish you a happy thanksgiving. I get out of west union dec 4 and am gonna go see some metal band called dark mirror down in cedar falls. gotta love the metal!
Hey Seth, Myspace clunks so badly you can hear it when you use it now, but there are still some cool people worth connecting with here so I'm loath to give it up completely. I'm always in need of artwork and artists, I'll post your site out on Twitter in return if you like?
actually, I don't mind you bringing up Billy. nobody really talked about it much with me other than a few people. I couldn't go to the memorial. it was too painful. and to tell the truth, I still have a raw gaping hole that will probably never go away. I should go to therapy. I'd write the pain away but...well, I haven't really written anything since Billy died. nothing except straight forward "what I did today" shit.
but! I'm married now and I have a new BABY! so that's 3 girls now. =)
so...Brooklyn, eh? how'd you end up there? you like it?
The inner voice in which we have trembled. The noise of our fear that is not a tick but a squeezing of the inner muscle not a tick but a motion in the blood we mistake for ticking except those of us in whom the valve flutters wasting
& who therefore must bow down & shut up after the strenuous blow not looking anywhere
Awaiting the receipt of gentleness a painstaking clearness
Where the chest & back meet, seamless ("You can go in, now")
New track iGrind out now off of the critically acclaimed Concrete Built Vol. 2! Listen to track. Its got a mainstream hook but the verses come hard......
I am with um.. a lover, don't believe in ownership tags.. who runs the U.S. Tattoo Conventions, but he is in NY now, and wondering, can you tat over scars?
