I'm interested in disinterestedness. I make stuff: usually trouble, but some tangible things.
Music
Stuff that sounds good, mainly, but the message is what matters. I like music that's real, that's honest, that I can connect with. I'm sorry, I can't connect with Doggy D or Big Billy Bob. I can barely connect my feet to the ground, so I know that's not saying much.
Well, here are some of my kick bands: Death Cab For Cutie, Bright Eyes, Neva Dineva, Of Montreal, Magnetic Fields, Rogue Wave, Longwave, Tilly and the Wall, Sufjan Stevens, Mogwai, Sigur Rós, New Pornographers, Metric, Appleseed Cast, Asobi Seksu, Young and Sexy, The Submarines, Cat Power, Maccabees, We Are Scientists, The Octopus Project, Her Space Holiday, Camera Obscura, Band of Horses, The Faint, Sunny Day Real Estate, Hot Hot Heat, Cursive, Modest Mouse.
Movies
Hayao Miyazaki's movies. Also, Wes Anderson and many of the Focus Films. Good stuff. Also, recently: Amelie and House of D.
Television
Family Guy, Futurama, Mission Hill, Heroes.
Books
I read a lot. Currently: Godel, Escher, Bach; Alice in Wonderland, God Is Not Great, Postmodernism.
Heroes
I grow increasingly distanced to people, isolated in a very social way. I admire the innocent, because they don't know me.
About me: There were times when I had hope. There were times.
Now all that's left are picture frames.
Here's me being transparent...
my vibrant light
dancing on the
deep dark sky
— dance, there,
here, above,
below,
violent,
dark,
there . . .
light!
(day, intense . . .
my eyes are
drunken
on your beauty,
my heart
beats
ever ,
faster . . .
falter —
a step
northerly
prancing about happily,
gleaming,
feeling your careful
way across the
stars & sky . . .
be gentle,
be sweet
look into my fathom-eyes
———— an emptiness
in your vastness
oh! how I
loooong
to be
in the heavens
with
you
and me
,
i'm sorry —
dance beautiful lights
dance!
stretch to the heavens,
i am not there
amongst the stars
but
o
they dance
with you
&
i envy them
stoop low,
only for a moment
to the vast plainness
of the horizon,
sprinkle your
glances
at the depraved
terra firma
. . . . . . . depraved
( i write with such
careful,
quiet intensity . . . )
dance on the sky,
it is yours —
it is yours . . .
dance, light,
razor,
shatter the sky
with your beauty
— (you) shatter me
at every vibrant leap,
every brilliant pause
— deep
movement
—
a moment,
pause
— just once —
upon
your toes,
at the
height of your dance —
bend down
and touch
the
horizon
— M.T., aurora borealis
Who I'd like to meet: Someone who's actually human. Someone that could love me. Someone that could love.
..
Matt Todd the Snake Handler's Friend Space (Top 19)
ayy livin legends checkin in dis thang man...Check us out..we got new tracks comin soon..Mixtape comin soon.. Check us out.. "I Be Stunnin" "Keep It Movin"
well long story short hes not my friend because he blocked me as a test of our love...but you can find him on natalies top friends...i believe hes # 3!!!
lol well the opinion of a girl is more satisfying to me than that of another dude, so ill trust maggie, but tell rob i said preciate it hahah. tell dada i said hello, and that i assumed he was indeed, "in tha thang"
haha word? well im not necessarily flattered. i dont remember ever showin my ass off in Tennessee, but I do have a nice ass according to Maggie and now aparently Robert.
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