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Gender : Male

Birthday : October 15, 1981

Occupation : Grad Student/Musician

Location : Flensburg, Germany


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parkt921k has 7 pieces of equipment:

Applause: AE35 12 string

Peavey: Classic 50 212

Ovation: Tangent

Fender: TC-90

Fender: Passport PD-250

Digitech: Vocalist 2

Carvin: V220

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Interests
Favorite bands :
syd barrett, thom yorke, pete doherty, shane macgowan, daniel johnston, brian molko, bob dylan, karen o, roger waters, jack white, adam green, jeff mangum
Favorite guitarists :
John
Bands
parkt921k is a member of the following bands:
My Hero Mao

guitar, words, voice

The Cruel April

vocals, guitar, songwriting

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About parkt921k
my band www.myspace.com/thecruelapril
The balance of threat theory is actually a modern policy of all globalized stae just to reatin their position in a good place among all the states.For living peacefully wit hermony and to keep the balance of power among all the states this theory is a crying need.
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"to write actual poetry is so fucking simple and easy, to sit there and try to be deep and to ponder, like fucking whatever, that is the most pathetic overrated shit in the world. To be able to touch someone with a song, like a really good song, .. to me, means so much more.." - Joe Rogan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgHNBEGt3ts&feature =related
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just threw up a few old mp3 recordings from summer '08, back when I had my peavey classic 50 and a cream colour fender telecaster TC-90.
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If I could live again
It would happen twice-
See you again,
Well burn down London.


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-"writing is like playing chess, and chess plays writing like is."

I leased you an arrow and it was given back bent and flattened and having been used a hundred kills.

the sounds of radios being thrown from the windows of school buses by kids, icelandic indie, Rob Riggle SEAL video, hiding through cellar doors

My hand
Which went from straight to crooked to straight
I hold it out to you

Whatcha gonna do is this, see, miahgh!


orange is mischievous; violet is deep. the numbers change genders from one to the next. in my story is a woman who can hold things in her hands and know about their pasts; the stories objects tell. 

but you look at me; all you see are ghosts. and i was never there.


At a three way no stop intersection
Shot a cow with a red paintball
All I remember is my friend's backseat laughter
You weren't too hardheaded to sink down to our little refinery
Staring at me face on windshield glass
From outside the car
Through the moonroof
After all we'd been inside all day


don't want to have to sleep in a cardboard box in Central Park like Basquait


goddamn, give me Zizek or Hitchens, both if possible.


When you're German is good enough you should try "Ansichten eines Clowns" by Heinrich Bll

The best book EVER

and the saddest



tsghosy ghosts in wheelchairs


dead scientists


song: Christmas In The Trenches



way too many weeds about the garden


Just a room where I'm not disturbed, nor have the feeling I'm disturbing anyone else.







"they shall be my east and west indies, and I shall trade with them both!"

-some Shakespeare play, from the lead knight, who's a bit rough around the edges, and seeks to conquer the affections of two women at the same time, while unbeknownst to him, they are laughing at him behind his back. The best way to refer to running around with two girls at the same time without knowledge of one another's relationship with you that I've ever heard, anyway..




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Looking out the train window
Kids having at it with a two pound sock full of batteries
and a car burnt out quick
I remember, three times in the dark night we ran
left while I wasnt looking but that was just by chance


My fight;
had to leave it to my biggest friend
My night;
lock eyes with you at the right time and dont let go
but finally avert to fill my cup with wi

So, rather mister than having been made fun of because of loneliness, laughed at because of all the nice cars and beautiful women on your arm at the most posh parties with puff daddy vodka and everybody points and laughs at you, and you red face the night away. All around a five figured frown these angels were kicked down to the ground at the same poshie party, they went around afterwards and frowned everybody in the face before they flew away and the scene was barely noticed by anyone but me, incredulous.


I just came across some of these old notes
awhile back
And just today, I think
I thought about you and your friend
Put her name in your place, or your name in hers
I loved you both
11 or 12 years ago
Last time I remember talking with you,
I was going out of
You were coming walking to go inside there
Those big doors in the back of the big store,
You'd reason to be there where you were
I appeared
You smiled
Your lower lip trembled

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