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Living.Serious lines have been drawn in the sand. Togethor they make a face. Separately, the country of Japan. Blasting beats make BarBQs Boil. Backstreet shenanigans will kill a whole social class. I wrote this in blue ink with a black cloud over my red head. The angel of death smelt of turpentine and ale. It reminded me of a bad night in Kansas, where everyone had left me to play in the streets. Christmas light noose for a festive death. Let's listen to records till dawn and blow our minds with extrasensory sounds. The cable box exploded. O! O! Come to life my sweet creation.Living.
by ~LastBeatnik
Myself and No One ElseAll my apologies could never be enough. I wasn't there when times were rough. But this didn't give me the right to act tough. All my life I have watched for a solution. My act my substitution. Looking to love and thought for retribution. I wasted so much time on my friends that are dead. Always underlying the thoughts that ran through my head. Forgetting that the ones that are alive are the reason I am safe in bed. My heart has ached and my eyes have cried, And I have tried and tried, But I was always dwelling on those that died. All these years attempting to fill a hole,Myself and No One Else
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ImpressionsHow should I start this story, of happenstance and nonsensical ramblings? Maybe with a wicked riff that will be stuck in your head for hours and hours, Chewing the membrane of logic to shreds. "I could rattle on like this for days." Says the wise old man to the stronger boy. "But you will never listen because the steroids won't let you." Ever get the feeling of the universe cutting through you, Like a hot blade on a dangerous day? I had that feeling on the car ride over here. It came and went like the flash bulb on my Polaroid camera. Taking pictures for art and for memory. I hImpressions
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I Don't YetI look at you and I recall a time when you hurt yourself and cracked your rib. You were bleeding and you didn't cry. The Doctor said he liked the cut of your jib. The very next day you impressed everyone with an exploding squib. You were so ingenious. I have so many memories in this broken down car. And I try and channel them through this guitar. But no matter who listens, all the songs are still just ours. I'm red eyed, clench fist'd. If I could I would send my love through the vittle. I know it is only very little. But I want you to have it anyway, and maybe someday, together we caI Don't Yet
by ~LastBeatnik
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- Current Residence: Where ever I sleep.
- Interests: Music, Poetry, Photography, Film, Romance and Sleep
- Favourite movie: Wes Anderson, Michel Gondry and Casablanca
- Favourite band or musician: I love them equally.
- Favourite genre of music: The kind you listen to.
- Favourite artist: Anyone doing what they love.
- Favourite poet or writer: Allen Ginsberg mostly.
- Favourite photographer: ManRay and Jeff Bloomer
- Favourite style of art: Black and White Photography and Music
- Operating System: Monsters for me and OS Leopard for my Mac Mini.
- MP3 player of choice: I'm still on vinyl. But I have an iPod Classic 120GB.
- Wallpaper of choice: My pictures and heroes.
- Skin of choice: The kind around my bones.
- Favourite game: The quiet game.
- Favourite gaming platform: Atari 2600.
- Favourite cartoon character: PigPen.
- Personal Quote: Live now.
- Tools of the Trade: Thought and Insanity
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/genreconfused
- Email: sydmonk@mac.com
- AIM: TheMadcapSceam
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