Sara T punk
Mannford, Oklahoma
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Mannford, Oklahoma - about 3,000 people.. one stop light.. 1 grocery store.. 31 churches.. it's just lovely, I assure you Sara T. Punk was born and raised in a vile little church town in northeastern Oklahoma. ...about 5,000 very oppressive people and 32 churches...'nuff said
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• What do you do for a living?
-Well, I'm a slacker, bum fuckhead and I presently live with my mother. therefore, what I do for a living isn't much. I'm an html peeon at a newspaper. But I make enough money to pay the net bill and support my various habits, so it's all good.
• Who are your favorite artists?
-Artists? Why such a broad term...? Why? I suppose I'll just pick one type of artist.. Since I can't live without music, I'll go with musical artists. I love Screeching Weasel. Screeching Weasel rocks my lame ass. I loves the punk rock.. 's quality shit.
• What influences you to write about/how you do?
-First and foremost, I'm VERY self-absorbed and I bitch a lot. Most of what I write is just me bitching about shit that annoys me. Other than that, I occasionally whip out a pen and paper and let the blank sheet influence me... and that's where the weird shit comes from.
• Where do you see the underground writing scene in 25 years?
-I haven't even been around for 25 years yet... heee. I imagine, tho, that in another 25 years the underground writing scene will be in the same place as it is presently. Underground. Otherwise, it wouldn't be the underground writing scene, now would it. (Sarcasm comes with this package, babe.)
• from cait - describe yourself -all the way up til this day -every deTALE ..heh.. AND just for fun...what would you do for a klondike bar...be clever.. beera -
The screaming, red larva that was my infant self burst from my mother's abdomen early on the morning of March 17th, 1981. This birth took place in a small trailer in a hideous, tiny church-town in Oklahoma (white trash from birth, baby, Woo!). I was raised on pepsi and Ramen until the age of 5 when I was forced into school and introduced to the plastic-like wonders of cafeteria food. As for school... I'm only 20 and have spent most of my time on earth in public school. School managed to cram 3 tidbits of knowledge into my skull:
1. People are fucking stupid.,
2. One does not need to apply oneself to pass a class., and
3. Hate. High school pissed me off. Royally. But it managed to make me what I am today.. The Biggun. A fat, punky, weird chick that takes no shit from no one. Punk fucking rock - Eat some cheese - Fuck the world.
As for what I'd do for a Klondike Bar...
I guess I'd be willing to run screaming naked into the tiny town I live in/near holding up a string of severed chicken heads raving about being the child of Lucifer and insist that if all Klondike bars are not relinquished, I will be forced to call my father from the firey depths to dismember all who deny my awesome Biggun Power. But they'd probably just kill me in a crazed redneck god frenzy. |
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