Who Are You?: an amalgamation of genetic data synthesized in a cabbage patch called
Where Are You?: in front of my 450 mhz people pad where i look much wiser than the nomenclatured other
What Are You?: painfully clever
What do you make?: a damn fine mess of language
What do you love?: masturbation with and without genitalia
What do you hate?: mental stability
What do you listen to?: frogs and punk rock, beats big and taps slight, belle and sebastian; but only to experience their manufactured rush of sincerity tourism.
What do you watch?: legs and limbs flexing and retracting as they tease my eyes with viscious desire
What do you drink?: volvic
What do you smoke?: parked cars. women without hair. third rate indie rock. wiggers. dead animals along the roadway. new testament pedophiles. i pass them all by... without a worry.
What do you take?: your trust. a long nap every two moons. pills. my sweet time. books by the sackful.
What do you believe in?: the scarcity of committing to a futility of the sublime
When We Were 16
Where were you?: on a sportfield kicking your ass
What were you?: a solipsist
What did you wear?: nylon
What did you listen to?: talulah gosh and veronica lake. only without any hint of irony; damn liars they turned out to be.
What did you watch?: scrambled playboy broadcasts
What did you love?: my mother's lack of faith in bank deposits
What did you hate?: her insistence that my wallet wasn't a suitable alternative
What did you drink?: the very ferment of the liquor cabinet
What did you smoke?: your statuesque pose on the playing field
What did you take?: hardly enough mom, hardly enough
What did you want to be?: a hurricane
Who did you fight?: mr. romance and the laws of algebra
Who/What did you believe in?: chicken was an aphrodisiac; my girlfriend's mother; europe as the garden of my eden
Where did you go?: to my girlfriend's who never quite understood the hormones of poultry
What did you learn?: "damn, it feels good to be a gangsta!"