I am diss, dat, and the otter.
My Self-Summary
Blazing sinyounew trailmixtecs beginagains rainforest fires,
gets you stoned like an avalanche,
and Smokey aint around, only a round,
so let an arctic trail follow Fin's path.
Jungle your
mind.
Trouble with the road less traveled by -
spider webs.
At the time (TGI),
asceticism was preferable to
ornithine decarboxylase
What I’m doing with my life
But now? Now... it's the same time, nao
hashassinism fades as the stone crab sets in.
Unprogdiagnosticizeded of course,
hospitals are the gateway to
Xibalba.
The Great Illusion heals all wounds,
blisters, stubbed toes, and motobi assfault,
(half a backflip does not equal a dive)
even as Mr. Staph eats his daily flesh,
all of us sacrifices.
I’m really good at
Mista! Mista! Hello! Ware you foam!
Trinidad, shame Canada.
Blame Fin for the lay, the cheat.
Decheated.
What? Communalblism is dead?
Well I don't see any golden arches.
The first things people usually notice about me
Hao nao Cao Lao?
Boo hoo Guan Yu. Who?
Hue isn't pronounced that way.
Not Lao Tzu, nobody listens to laotsey taotsey
these days.
Nobody cares bout the treebeards anymore,
not even the swami swans.
No, I'm talking grandiose gastronomy, gorgeous gals, gratuitous
greenscapades.
They'll be trashed soon, by those same nobodys, so enjoy it
nao!
Does that make Fin a nihilist? Satanist?
Maybe. Don't change the fact Fin iz Enlightened.
This is no Jungian trip, no rollerboaster, I'm cereal.
An
arahant even, a
stoned arahant.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Every little tin goin on da same or so it appeals to all of
us,
in the old holmoutsted here. (if you are looking for the
canstuctuerducter profundownly deep your ear on the movietone!)
Playful fowl and musical me and not you in any case, two and two
together, and, with a swarmyswan of bumbumbles honeyhunting
despues, a sigh for shawns, a yawn for shyme (O, the hap pettybonny
rouge!) separatedspelt modest mouths are speakeasies, not
listenables. So be it. And it was. And
honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive,
comb and earwax, the food for glory, (mind you keep the pot or your
nectar cup may yield too light!) and some goat's milk, sir, like
the maid used to bring you. Farfetched from half a cliff, have no
care.
The six things I could never do without
It is surprising what you can do without... life for example.
Now in Spanish
Esta asombrosamente que lo puedes hacer sin... vida por ejemplo.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
If you don't understand something,
make it up.
Now in Spanish
Ba’ax ka wa’alik?
On a typical Friday night I am
a jackalstew with hide for Brown but Ryan; a stonecold shoulder for
Draper Dod; all lock and no stable for Judgemilight Marytrickx; a
big banana drum for Kid Newgrange; a guilty goldeny bellows, below
me blow
me,for Ida Ida and a hushaby rocker,Elletrouvetout,for
Who-issilvier -- Where-is-he?; whatever you like to swilly to swash
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
And in contravention to
the constancy of allchemical combinations not enough of all
the
slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make their threi
sevelty
filfths of a man out of. Good
wheat!
You should message me if
ewe tincan exsavannah the above, in airplain engrish.
, finding it in your heart to forgive me for misrepresenting myself
by way of zip code (Fin is actually a resident citizen person of a
small beach town near the space shuttle) on this here
silkwovenplace, you might enjoy helping me masquerade around NYC
during my visit to see
theplurals, with bonus points for Santa
Fe, Denver, or Portland areas, and/or suggestions for other places
to visit in the coming months.