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REVRALF23's Interests
General
Music
Movies
Anything without a fascist subtext... (which basically rules out 90% of all movies)
Television
I tried out for a reality TV show once.
The drirector said I was neither bad nor good enough 'to make interesting television'.
I feel the same way about most people involved in that media.
About me:
We're all professionals here,
I'm not here to tell you what to think. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel.
I
am not a priest, and if
I
was
I
would lie to you about it.
I
own more underground comics than you've ever heard of.
I
front and program for the 'Haxor Punk' electro-noise band
Destroyed For Comfort
.
I'm
obsessed with the number
23, experimental electronic music,
and vintage video game systems/computers as well as other such non-essential electronic devices/toys from the 80s or earlier that make funny noises.
I
was born exactly 100 years (to the hour) that the last of the Molly McGuires was hanged, and exactly the same time period
Philip K. Dick's
'A Scanner Darkly' and
Robert Anton Wilson's
'Cosmic Trigger' was first published.
Je
suis une Marxiste, pendant Groucho.
I
empathize a lot more with homeless people and wait staff than most people seem to. If you can't tell, my politics are way the crap to the left, but I'm not too hung up on it to widen my perspective.
I'm
a karaoke addict and a thrift-store junkie.
Michael Moore
stole an idea from
me
once.
I
love the way that fire looks and breaking glass sounds more than any law abiding citizen should.
I'm
not sure if I'm a good person that does bad things, or some sort of cabbagey vegetable. I find myself desiring to be barefoot as often as possible these days.
If you postpone my execution for a year,
I
will teach your horse to fly.
I
am both dyslexic and agnostic but you can keep your comments about the existence of dog to yourself. If I seem unavailable, it's probably because I'm desperately pursuing something stupid and or dangerous. People frequently (and tragically) mistake my lack of convention for a lack of direction. People also (for good or for bad) tend to give
me
way too much credit for a lot of things that weren't my choice to begin with.
I've
never figured out how to reply to sexual offers from places farther than I'm willing to drive. If you're friends with P, well then you're friends with me. Imagine what we could do if we were spayed or neutered. Noone's gay for Moleman. I dust a bit. In addition, I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.
I thought I wanted to be one of those pale, spider-like reclusive political misfits like
Hakim Bey
or
Genesis P.Orridge
but then I realized it's more effective (and more fun) to be involved directly in the outside world.
So maybe I'm out handling all kinds of subversive
personal
agendas executed under dozens of
aliases
aimed at the
expansion
of the consciousness of mankind. Or maybe I just sit around all day drinking beer and watching cartoons. You may never really know.
Don't delude yourself into thinking you've just learned anything about me yet... every statement on this page, including this one, is completely false.
This is not a joke. Safety is not guaranteed.
Who I'd like to meet:
I tend to meet the people I want (or need) to meet, sooner or later. For the most part, I would much rather have a better idea of who I am. There's not a person in the world I have a problem with, but there are some ideas, attitudes, and dogmas that rub me the wrong way. As long as you don't have some petty feud you want to get me involved in, we should get along fine.
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We're all professionals here,
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