Stinkfist
male, 21 |
College
London / UK
member since 02.05.2004
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The 'user profile', otherwise known as the bit where you get to show off how zany and/or philosophical you are, by throwing in as many zany and/or philosophical quotations and/or anecdotes, to emphasize how zany and/or philosophical you are/would like people to think you are. In fact this paragraph right here could easily be interpreted as my attempt to be zany and/or philosophical, but I can assure you that I am neither of those things, just a little pessimistic and more than a little bitter. The end.
I'm against organized religion (but not the idea of god or the afterlife), Christianity and all it's forms especially. Organised religion is the biggest mass-scam in human history. I'm also strongly opposed to the death penalty, the war on terrorism (or more specifically, the way it is being fought) and legalising marijuana (it just won't be as much fun if it's legal). And that's essentially the extent to which my youthful, rebellious outlook on life reaches. In this day and age of anti-Bush/Blair, raised-fist post-punk antidisestablishmentarianism (yes, I knew I'd find an excuse to fit that word in somewhere), I actually feel a little guilty and, dare I say it, uncool that I'm not interested enough in politics or indeed the majority of major world affairs to be as clued in as I should, but to be on the safe side: f*ck Bush! Yeah!
The only things in life I really give a good god damn about:
-playing guitar
-drawing
-getting high with friends (but on my own or with strangers is good too)
-movies (favorites being Rashomon, A Clockwork Orange, Taxi Driver, Fight Club, Dog Day Afternoon, Barton Fink)
-music (electronica, minimal, downtempo, drum & bass, breakbeat, indie hip-hop, dub, dubstep, goa, shoegaze, trip-hop, breakbeat, ''post-rock'', ambient, punk, psytrance, industrial, grunge, ''neo-prog'', soul, bit of classical, bit of metal...am I an elitist? Possibly.)
-There was one other thing, but I took it off because I don't like it anymore. In fact I hate it so much I want to kill it and eat it's children. With mustard.
I am fully aware that it is very unlikely that anyone will have actually bothered to read this far down, so for those lovely (yet disturbingly interested) people, here's a little gem of knowledge about my good self that all those grouchy buttholes who just read the first paragraph then mooched off to kick things in their front yard because they hadn't thought of it first (I know who you are, and I will come for you) won't get. Enjoy.
I am mortally, life-affirmingly, buttcheeck clenchingly, accidental piss releasingly, throat burns like the fire of a thousand suns when I think about it because it causes me to scream like a small pre-pubescent girl for weeks on end - scared of styrofoam. Or polystyrene, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand that shit, I can't stand the feel of it, I can't stand the squeaking noise it makes when you rub it against something, I can't stand the horrible dry smell of it, and I can't stand the way bits of it break off and get everywhere. I literally cannot be in the same room as someone who is using it. I feel like I'm going to collapse. I suppose you could call it a phobia, but me being the cynical asswhore I am, I don't believe in phobias (they're just a way of people with a subliminal urge to seek attention, to get attention).
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Currently listening to:
Four Tet
Boards of Canada
Aim
Team Sleep
Blue Sky Black Death
Aesop Rock
Bonobo
Fridge
Logistics
Sigur Ros
Aphex Twin
Deftones
Tricky
Radiohead
Atmosphere
Skream
Blockhead
Alarm Will Sound
Orbital
Mogwai
Nine Inch Nails
Ride
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