Profile for Alice in Wonderland

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Email	dontevenknowhername@gmail.com
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Website	www.ryanadams.org
Country	Mongolia
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Age	69
Favorite Album	Cold Roses
Favorite Song	Magnolia Mountain
Other Bands I Like	Madonna, Prince, Radio Tarifa, Madredeus, Sergio Mendes, Billie Holiday, Macy gray, Red Hot Chili Peppers, AC/DC, Rufus Wainwright, Tango music, flamenco, fado & cuban music (Celia Cruz, La Sonara, Bueno Vista Social CLub), latin jazz, ricky martin, nikka costa, Muse, Queens of the Stone Age, ABBA, Metallica, The Cure, Hank Williams, Gram Parsons, Bob Dylan, Earth, Wind & Fire, Christina Aguilera, Pink, Britney Spears, Miles Davis, Spearhead, The Neptunes, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Nick Cave, New Wave music, Punk, Disco, Funk, Aretha Franklin, Marvin Gaye, James Brown, Chuck Jackson, Smokey Robinson, Elvis, Gnarls Barkley, Chris Isaak, Fela Kuti, Femi Kuti, The Smiths.
Signature	Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.
Other	Try to control me boy you get dismissed -Destiny's Child- Author: Ryan [85.189.41.218] 9/19/06 9:00:20 PM i can't play come pick me up anymore. i don't believe that person. that version of myself, who would rather have someone walk over his bones than be alone. that is not soul. that is not clever. self vicitmizing and selfish and destructive. not me. fuck come pick me up. and fuck me for thinking so little of myself that i had to try and die every night to make myself believe it was real. you know, i just wish i had known how much more i was going to feel and how much more intense and scary and full it all could be if i just let it happen and not panic. but that was then. nobody picks you up. you got to pick your own goddamn self up and brush your shoulder off and stand up and be fucking counted. thats what it means to be a man and someone who can be trusted. so i can't sing that without lying, without feeling like a fake. so i don't but i talk about it in Rip-off. and I'm not going to die trying to understand or be understood. i'm tired. this guy really scared me. how many people saw my stupid ass fucked up and out of control and followed. there will never be enough time to explain that i was just a scared kid. i didn't ever want to be or set an example and i worry about some these folks. gosh. "the dragon is fear and i will stare it down and laugh in its face and freeze it with ice lazers i shoot from my eyes and laugh as i flick it with the snap of my fingers and it crumbles into tiny crushed particles of icelike bad ideas that even the smallest doubts couldnt be trapped inside." -----Ryan, the dragonslayer------- Author: Ryan [74.66.241.70] 9/5/06 8:35:13 AM hey man, i just wanted to check in. there was a lot of focus on that, and i feel like they were ropes that were tying me to some kind of pirate ship cargo hold, and you know, i don't want to die. not like that. i dont want to people feel me singing about this world, like i am seeing it in some way that glorifies a process of turning your sould down, man i want to turn that shit up to ten. there is no way to express this correctly, but i see the world the way its is, and no matter how fucked a bunch of it is, it is beautiful, in the strangest way. just thining about the sky at night, old people holding hands walking down the street on a sunday, the sun rising, (and not feeling like im going to catch on fire) sure there is some bummer shit to deal with, but you know, i managed when i was active. i managed, which was scarier than just failing at it. its the folks that do it like i did and manage, those are the kind that slip away one fine night in a careless move. i just love life. no reason not to kiss it hard enough they feel pounding on the other side of the galaxy. fuck it, it's time to get busy and get down. have some fun and fuck it up the way it was meant to be fucked. loud and dirty. "Where are my heroes? Where are you, my children? Where are my own, the first, the original ones? Name me, muse, the immortal singer who, abandoned by those who listened to him, lost his voice. He who, from the angel of poetry that he was, became a poet, ignored or mocked outside on the threshold of no-man's land."
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