accidentprone

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”

I publish a zine with original writing called Neurotica. I have played guitar and bass in several punk bands. I enjoy "bad" grindhouse horror movies. I admire people who don't compromise their personal ideals and live a decidely more difficult life for it (punks, winos, dadists, anarchists, communists, poets) I have traveled around a bunch in the last couple years in search of something genuine and i'm still looking under bridges and in ashtrays. I enjoy coffee, cigarettes, graphics novels, beat literature, tattoos, typewriters, candy, punk rock, distortion, chaos, minimalism, existentialism, Robert Crumb, books on the Black Panther party, diners, pinball, dirty water hotdogs, sleaze, trash and hiking. I'm into urban exploring (breaking into abandonded hotels, condos, insane asylums, etc etc). I spend a lot of time in libraries, public bathrooms, bodegas and on park benches. I want to hitchhike across America, documentating the experience in one long winded poem and then rip it up and light the pieces on fire and start all fucking over again. I love seeing graffiti in ridiculous places that makes me wonder how any human could possibly have gotten to the location. I ride the bus all day every day, sometimes in circles just because i can.