I'd rather be a hammer than a nail.
I foresee lunch in my future.
I'm wearing new socks.
I spent most of my stimulus package on Converse shoes, socks, and underwear.
Huh, huh, "stimulus package." Huh. Huh.
My greatest hope is to express in excruciating detail the futility of expressing in detail the subtle nuances of the banal.
What the heck was I saying?
Oh, yes. Banal... futility... nuances...
Mario for president!
My passion is ...
socks. Nice comfortable socks.
I know too much about ...
teenage labotomy
My parents always told me ...
get off the internet I need to use the phone.
My childhood ambition ...
become the first space librarian
My favorite memory ...
is where I'm having sex.
Why I write ...
beats getting a real job.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
DJ Rekha,The Gorillaz, The Roots, and Gnarls Barkley!
My first job ...
working for the man.
My best moment ...
the one I'm having right now. I mean now. Wait, no. NOW!
My inspiration ...
Oliver Sacks, Jonathan Swift, and Your Momma.
For me the mosh pit meant the music of the 90's, the music symbolic of the sonic thrashing pain of a generation violently standing up to the abuse of the music industry and society at large. I found solace in the mosh pit where I also found personal growing pains both literal and symbolic. It was a visceral place where we sweated, struggled, and grew.
Attracted by engulfing sounds and sonic tidal waves I'd listen to songs only at home on huge speakers my dad made. There were times where I'd sleep in a cocoon of sound by bands like The Smashing Pumpkins, Soul Asylum, The Toadies, Tool, S...
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