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Because I was asked kindly to (and because dear lord I had to join some community that proclaimed my good looks with meaty abandon)...
Name: Jacob Velvet Smash Knowles Allen
Age: 21/12
Sex: Male
Marshal Status: Just a Deputy
Location: Washington
A place you promoted too (we will check): Promoted to? From where? Er, From There to Here.
Top 5 Bands/Musicans:
1. Bob Dylan
2. Tom Waits
3. Captain Beefheart
4. The Clash
5. France Gall
Top 5 Movies/TV Shows:
1. Raging Bull
2. Blow Out
3. The Graduate
4. An American Werewolf in London
5. Barton Fink
Who is your idol/Who do you look up to and why: Tom Waits & Martin Scorsese. Tom is perhaps the greatest working musician today. Contibutes sonically and lyrically the most fantastical whupass and has been doing so for 20 or 30 years. Scorsese, because he's the most passionate filmmaker ever born, who's movies have 47% more awesome then is allowed by law (bar Indiana).
Name Your Most Embarrassing Moment: This one time I was shot in the gut, and laying low inside the broken establishments of a Mexican church, left for dead. I wasn't too heavily bothered, the Cuban fugatives who I gave a ride and then gave my ride to were kind enough at least to plop me down on a mattress. But no, I was making my way through as many prayers as I could remember, when a little six year old mexican girl who permanently wore a dusty little tutu wandered in. She was wearing a rubber band for a scrunchie, and she fed me powered kool-aid from the palm of her hand. That little saint gave me the muster to prop those legs up and walk out. What is embarassing is, I never thanked her.
If you had to pack up all your stuff and move to a new place right now where would it be: I'd go to France, to 1964, when the little continent catered to nothing but adorably groomed french pop stars with bobbed haircuts and snooty half-smiles. We'd go dancing into jazz clubs and ignore those of whom we felt did not deserve the company of our returned commentary.
Why are you good for the community: Because I'm so goddamned magnificent. I will fill three buckets with limes, dent the hood of a yellow corvette, smell tiny beans, make a dinosaur wink, draw pictures of red hot juice & contribute significent shadow puppetry to the revolving tootsie bus. And because somehow one of your moderators got ahold of my livejournal and said I should join and I am not one to refute such a demand.
Sum yourself up in 5 words no more no less: I am extremely a dolphin.
Whats your favorite time period and why: Why of course the seventeeth century, with their impeccable timing, fashion sense, and taste for unwarranted bloodshed and cruelty. That or the early 1960s where beatniks were like mice, wiggling through storm drains and hiding from hungry dogs. Oh to be a beatnik. And oh, to be with a beatnik lass. They, in standard black attire, would muse me all the way to the bank, laughing. They would laugh too.
Name: Jacob Velvet Smash Knowles Allen
Age: 21/12
Sex: Male
Marshal Status: Just a Deputy
Location: Washington
A place you promoted too (we will check): Promoted to? From where? Er, From There to Here.
Top 5 Bands/Musicans:
1. Bob Dylan
2. Tom Waits
3. Captain Beefheart
4. The Clash
5. France Gall
Top 5 Movies/TV Shows:
1. Raging Bull
2. Blow Out
3. The Graduate
4. An American Werewolf in London
5. Barton Fink
Who is your idol/Who do you look up to and why: Tom Waits & Martin Scorsese. Tom is perhaps the greatest working musician today. Contibutes sonically and lyrically the most fantastical whupass and has been doing so for 20 or 30 years. Scorsese, because he's the most passionate filmmaker ever born, who's movies have 47% more awesome then is allowed by law (bar Indiana).
Name Your Most Embarrassing Moment: This one time I was shot in the gut, and laying low inside the broken establishments of a Mexican church, left for dead. I wasn't too heavily bothered, the Cuban fugatives who I gave a ride and then gave my ride to were kind enough at least to plop me down on a mattress. But no, I was making my way through as many prayers as I could remember, when a little six year old mexican girl who permanently wore a dusty little tutu wandered in. She was wearing a rubber band for a scrunchie, and she fed me powered kool-aid from the palm of her hand. That little saint gave me the muster to prop those legs up and walk out. What is embarassing is, I never thanked her.
If you had to pack up all your stuff and move to a new place right now where would it be: I'd go to France, to 1964, when the little continent catered to nothing but adorably groomed french pop stars with bobbed haircuts and snooty half-smiles. We'd go dancing into jazz clubs and ignore those of whom we felt did not deserve the company of our returned commentary.
Why are you good for the community: Because I'm so goddamned magnificent. I will fill three buckets with limes, dent the hood of a yellow corvette, smell tiny beans, make a dinosaur wink, draw pictures of red hot juice & contribute significent shadow puppetry to the revolving tootsie bus. And because somehow one of your moderators got ahold of my livejournal and said I should join and I am not one to refute such a demand.
Sum yourself up in 5 words no more no less: I am extremely a dolphin.
Whats your favorite time period and why: Why of course the seventeeth century, with their impeccable timing, fashion sense, and taste for unwarranted bloodshed and cruelty. That or the early 1960s where beatniks were like mice, wiggling through storm drains and hiding from hungry dogs. Oh to be a beatnik. And oh, to be with a beatnik lass. They, in standard black attire, would muse me all the way to the bank, laughing. They would laugh too.