Goodricke C: The Stars
Name:
Michael
Room Number:
C 031
Nationality:
American
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In Brief...
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"This isn't 'rock & roll'. This is Genocide."
-David Bowie
You're probably asking yourself "What's this guy's deal and why is he one of many yanks on this surreal English website.
Well, it all started on day when my parents were young and in love. One thing led to another, until Michael Turner was 20 years old and he was walking around San Diego with his friends Julio (pronounced hoo-lee-o) and Bjorn (pronounced qwaggle-snorf-4-quelin-:-terarium). Here is a loose transcript of their conversation:
Bjorn: um...
Julio: Yeah, uh, it's hot as soup around here.
Mike: You said it, dogg. It's too hot to argue.
Bjorn: If only there was some way to find someplace with really poor weather. You know, someplace rainy, dreary and wet, here we would be much more uncomfortable than now, but in a different way.
Julio: Hey Guys! Check out that massive hole in the ground. It almost looks as though there is a tunnel, a veritable cavern, if you will, that, leads all the way to another country.
Bjorn: England, perhaps.
Julio: or Mars.
Mike: Dude, Julio, that's an anthill.
Julio: Oh yeah. Still, there's no way of knowing where it could lead. Except of course to many ferocious ants.
all:(ho ho ho)
Mike: I suppose there's only one way to find out. We will have to dig. (The three dug for many moons)
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Then one day, nearly six moons later, October 14, 1:15 pm, Mike was approved by the Education abroad Program of The University of California in San Diego to study in York for a full year on the grounds that he learn to write shorter sentences that don'trun on so much (nor include so much gratuitous puynctuation*=+£^~). Sadly Bjorn and Julio's applications were turned down on the grounds that they are completely fictitious. Still, Mike went on undaunted by his independence and the sudden loss of his imaginary friends.
Exchange Rates from the Federal Reserve Bank of New York.
When he got to England he realized, with horror that it sucked even harder, in many ways, than the United States. Fortunately after numerous attempts to subvert the British parliament and the royal family, he realized that some of the most amazing individuals ever assembled covertly by the Illuminati, were living right under his nose. Well not literally under his nose. More like in the same building or on the university campus. He quickly scribbled several childish drawings (which incidentally are now scattered throughout European galleries such as the Louvre, the British National gallery, the Guggenheim in Venice, and Josh's room). Fortunately these drawings have been digitally restored to their original brilliance and can be viewed on this and many underground websites. The last drawing sold for no money. Mike too can be found digitally remastered on this website. He has transferred his consciousness into the primitive system that earth men call "the Internet." His body still roams around York and england; a crude shell which eats sleeps and pisses its inexplicable existence away.
I apologise for gratuitously ending this letter with the word "motherfucker."
The rise and fall of
-M1KE TURNER-
and the spiders from mars
My favorite Links...
Check these out :
Dial a song (wait for it to load, Macromedia Flash 4 required)
Radio TMBG (music, mp3 & links)
KSDT Web Radio - Student run Radio at UC, San Diego
Massive FTP site for picture hunters
E-music (Download / Listen to ur favorite music)
Chill out at Fractalcow (Not for kids!)
The webradio of my university.