I'm a superstar non-drug dealer!

I want to learn sign-language because talking is primitive and vocalization is over-rated.

being the victim of ironic freak accidents, taking photographs while driving in rush-hour-traffic, spinning surrealistic tales that vaguely detail the seamy side of disco-club life, quiet evenings by myself in the dark, making conversation with my outside body, destroying barbies, being pleasured in formality, wearing my electro/new-wave heart on my sleeve (huh?), making my clothes better (paint, felting it up, assorted fabric), polluting my body at small, quaint coffee shops, stealing books or cds from my friends' corresponding houses, driving the car with windows rolled down, looking for cheap "synthetic" instuments, dreaming about drum machines, writing words in black ink all over my body, pretending to be a mid-16th century New England seamstress, wanting clothes that a mid-16th century New England seamstress would make, making obscure references to songs and movies, fog machines, lazer lights, and strobes, upsetting/confusing my brain with various substances, posing elegantly/provocatively for non-cameras, leaving parties without telling anyone, watching the gardens grow through my window, the relationships between garden gnomes and plastic flamingos, (in other words) everyone and everything

adult., explogasm, fischerspooner, gravy train!!!!, hawnay troof, iron and wine, kissing tigers, ladytron, lars frederiksen and the bastards, mirah, mount sims, no doubt, pansy division, radiohead, the clash, the cure, the faint, the notwist, the shins, the unicorns, tv on the radio

28 days later, amelie, dropdead fred, party monster, pecker, rocky horror picture show, royal tenenbaums, rules of attraction, rushmore, shag, slc punk

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rules of attraction, Fahrenheit 451, documentary novels, ghost-camp-fire-affiliated and other miscellaneous stories...