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Matthew Becka
Artist | Professional | Traditional Art
Australia
fuck.
Current Residence: oblivion deviantWEAR sizing preference: US11 Print preference: helevitica bold Favourite genre of music: industrial/ noisecore Favourite photographer: anyone with a capture device, luck, timing, aesthetics and a realized concept Favourite style of art: fuck art, let's annihilate Operating System: look + put MP3 player of choice: ghettoblaster Wallpaper of choice: 70's floral hotel prints Skin of choice: ghost white/ sickly pale Favourite cartoon character: lobo Personal Quote: 'that just ain't christian'
Favorite visual artist Anthony Lister, Lucian Freud, Francis BaconFavorite moviesThe Wild Bunch ( Dir. Cut ), Dagon, Solaris (1972 )Favorite TV showsDeadwoodFavorite bands / musical artistsTrent ReznorFavorite booksNaked Lunch, Ulysses, Crime and PunishmentFavorite writersRimbaud/ Joyce/ Bukowski/ Burroughs/ Wilde/ PoeFavorite gamesDoctors and Nurses, Cowboy and HorseTools of the Tradechainsaw, super soaker, paint rollerOther Interestsjogging, swimming, cycling, tennis
i get my kicks on channel six. i get my kicks on channel six... to the off-peak...electricity. and the light blinds my eyes. and i feel dirty. and the light blinds my eyes. and i feel...so...shaken in my faith. here comes christ on crutches. and here comes another god. here comes another god like a buffalo thunder with a...smell of sugar...and a velvet tongue...and designer voodoo. and i got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s. freeze-dried with a new religion. and my teeth stuffed back in my head.
i get my kicks on channel six. the light it burns my eyes. and i feel so dirty. here comes christ on crutches. i will not be confused. will not be confused. they left me confused. i will not be confused...with another man. this pressure of opinions.
Haha, 10 years is quite young to be introduced to Birthday Party... Did you see the documentary on Rowland S. Howard? Unfortunately I didn't, but I hope I will have a chance somewhere and somewhen.