| Have to start off with some basics |
| Name?: | Bob Bobber Bobs |
| Age?: | Seventeen and powerless. |
| Location?: | The big scars in my head. |
| Birthday?: | The day I died and lived again, day I knew how to sin. |
| Where were you born?: | I was born in Uranus. It was an interesting conceptualization of me. I felt likea star, then I was brought down to where we are. |
| What time were you born?: | The time I was born was the time I lived, and the time I lived was lived too little too late too small. PM is to AM as death is to life: minutes go by in a breath. |
| What's your zodiac sign?: | A sign on the wall, reads welcome to hell. We all burn here and there's torture to witness, to fitness, to slip into and love. |
| What are your parents' names?: | What's in a name, by any other word, would smell as sweet; and what's in my head could be shot dead, at any moment, and fall like feather to the sky. |
| What's your mother's maiden name?: | A maiden in the storm, a crow for the norm, a dark form. Writhe with me, oh writhe with me. Feel me up and make me free. |
| Do you have any siblings?: | A silbling ling ling, a sib ling ling ling, and all along there is the sting. |
| If yes, are they male/female and how old?: | A male to have a female a female to have a male. |
| Do you have any pets?: | A pet you now and we go down our ways. You're a cat, with those claws, that would never change. I was a a dog looking in a mirror, my nametag saying "God" to me. |
| Do you have any neices or nephews?: | . . .Yes. |
| If yes, how old are they?: | Age is a thing that never goes, always coming and always shows. Want to bury that man in the storm. |
| The "if" column |
| If you could be any animal, what would you be?: | An animal roams on the fields. Got eyes can see and I know he's a human being. Gotta slaughter, lotta death, gotta slaughter, lotta death. |
| If you could be any instrument, what would you be?: | And I want to play you like an instrument I know. And I want to keep at this show. Want to keep feeling you as I know. Can we be in tune? Can we play the strings? |
| If you could have any car, what would it be?: | A car is a machine. It's got four wheels, the spinning glee. |
| Why?: | To ask why is to question; to know is divine. |
| If you could do just one thing for the world, what would it be?: | I would not exist, no longer have a fist, no longer feel subdued to resist. I would never have to feel any bliss. |
| Why?: | Existence is painful, and the way it goes--oh how I wish things would go the way I want them to go. |
| If you had a magic lamp and a geanie, what would your 3 wishes be?: | First I wished for a wish to wish them all; and second I wished to be tall; and third I wished to be nothing at all. |
| If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?: | In the world there is much to see. But none is where I'll be. |
| Why?: | Must you canker, must you ask; must I answer to pass? |
| If you could be any accessory, what would you be?: | Accesorize me, my love, make me adorned and wear me like a glove. I want to be tight to you and you to me. I don't want to be here anymore. |
| Why?: | So sly, so wry, it continues to utter the "why." |
| Your favorites |
| Color?: | Dark blues for baby and me. I wear them with me. |
| Band?: | I got a Radiohead on my head; a brain on my back; and I got a stomach with a navel, a navel, a navel. |
| song?: | I have become Comfortably Numb. The Idioteque makes me numb. I'm let down some. |
| phrase?: | Would I were a maggot, sucking most sweet divine. |
| season?: | And falls from her head fall, the leaves making scuttles. |
| place to be?: | Place to be, you and me, place to be, you and me. I shall never stop to see. |
| food?: | Food to my lips, we kiss my carissima, and it tastes like strawberries and rotten apples on the tree. Hang me, wear me, and noose me by. |
| drink?: | I imbibe the thing upon my lips, feel it come in and I drip. |
| alcoholic beverage?: | Alcohol, you are alcohol to my lungs. I breathe you, suck you, and oxygen slugs. |
| instrument?: | I played you like a flute, like a banjo, but most of all I played you like my heart. |
| relative?: | The relative existence of the human mind is something intrinsic to its find. Would I ever to know its meaning, then I would master time. |
| type of music?: | The sullen, the melancholy, the sad tune; the docile crocodile grooves, its teeth bared, its eyes tired wide. |
| clothing brand?: | I clothed you in my flesh, wore you all over and felt your breath. It was then that I branded you in my brain and soul. |
| shoe brand?: | Those shoes upon your feet are small and tiny and don't wear you well. You should try me on and feel the hell. |
| movie?: | The last of the last of the last, and the bowling ball falls through. Japanese quintessentially on my head, and I fall backwards, sword open pressed dead. |
| sport?: | Tried a sport one time. But you are the most fine. I take my bow and aim it high. Shoot you right in the heart and together we die. Then we find each other's arms and lie. |
| book?: | The pages on my head, read them all, read them all and know what they said. Said book to me book to you, let's read together you know it's true. |
| What is your opinion on... |
| abortion?: | I aborted the innocence to have your sin. I gave you my eyes to see all around. I had a fetus and I let you be my umbilical cord. Now you're sore. |
| teen pregnancy?: | I fucked you and you fucked me. Pregnancy. I was in you you were in me. Pregnancy. And the baby's squealing. He's a pig. A snoveling teen. The pregnancy. |
| politics?: | Politically dumb, politically numb, I come where I come and I stumbled where I stumble. It's so politically found. |
| freedom?: | Freedom's only found in your head, but buried in your brain cells you're dead. |
| war?: | Of war we don't speak anymore of war. We don't speak anymore of war. We don't speak anymore of war. |
| suicide?: | Suicide is painless, said the cat to the mouse. Too bad we were building a rat house for the cat to eat the mouse. |
| adoption?: | I adopted a hearse. She was my nurse, she was a lovely purse on my lips. But when I cursed she told me off, and I learned what it is to die. |
| This or that? |
| coke or pepsi?: | Pepsi. |
| chocolate or vanilla?: | Vanilla so I can taste you whole. |
| bud light or bud weiser?: | Neither neither says I, for intoxication gets inside. |
| summer or winter?: | Fall. |
| cold or hot?: | Cold. |
| hot chocolate or hot cocoa?: | Hot cocoa. |
| music or movies?: | Music. |
| candles or insense?: | Candles. |
| stories or poetry?: | Both. |
| fiction or non-fiction?: | Fiction. |
| realistic creatures or fairy tale creatures?: | Realistic. |
| barbara walters or diane sawyer? lol: | O.o |
| sublime or 311?: | Neither. |
| peace or war?: | Both. |
| If you are in a relationship |
| what is his/her name?: | -- |
| how long have you known this person?: | -- |
| how long have you two been together?: | -- |
| is your relationship still as fun an spontaneous as it started out to be?: | -- |
| has it fallen into a routine?: | -- |
| If you're single |
| when was the last time you were in a relationship?: | Never. |
| how long did it last?: | -23343455545645645645 years. |
| why did you two break up?: | 343434345345345 days ago 4985734895734895347534895 months ago 348905723489573489573495783458934789 years ago. |
| do you miss him/her?: | Yeah. |
| If yes, call them, it's always worth a shot. ;): | Fuck you. |
| Type in the first thing that comes to your mind |
| snow: | Coma white. |
| dirt: | Mud. |
| music: | Help. |
| rock: | Hard. |
| rap: | Crap. |
| kurt: | Cobain. |
| bob: | Dylan. |
| peace: | Hippie. |
| ocean: | Sea. |
| gateway: | Computer. |
| canon: | Ball. |
| leopard: | feline. |
| zebra: | Stripes. |
| bear: | Paws. |
| banana: | Penis. |
| apple: | Sweet. |
| green: | Grass. |
| blue: | Sad. |
| orange: | Pulp. |
| zen: | Money. |
| phone: | Hear. |
| pager: | Beep. |
| beer: | Deer. |
