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Osipewsk

45 M Seattle, WA

I’m looking for

  • Everybody
  • Ages 25–99
  • Near me
  • For long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Sep 22
Orientation
Bisexual
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Curvy
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Often
Drugs
Religion
Other, and laughing about it
Sign
Capricorn, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Dropped out of space camp
Job
Technology
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Has a kid
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Poorly), LISP (Fluently), C++ (Fluently)

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My self-summary
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Picture an orangutan with a laptop, a refugee from Brigadoon, an achronal ancestors decendant, a sturdy unblossomed egg, fused with a tentacular lemniscopic nebbulous incognito organism. Some people (such as myself) seem to have an unmitigated pomposity when constructing such a description, irregardlessnessly-like of the inherent fallaciousness of such an endeavor. So don't worry to much about it. This part is fluff. For your entertainment only. Not a solid dust-like mummy, etched in decaying stone, barely readable after centuries. Not cultivation of chi energy, languishing in untold nectars lotus remorse. Not exactly what I like to eat in the morning (which is inexact). Not burning like a star into rolling tears of transient spirit life.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Barely anything.
What would you do with my life?
It's so heavy it can barely be budged. I doubt much can move it. The mountains are silent.
But truth be told, this heavy weight, this great inertia, given a sufficient energy force, and in an auspicious multi-dimensional freefall-like direction, could be an unstoppable boulder, a strange avalanche fountain of whatever it is that the universe expresses as me.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
tangling and untangling.

Making you beg for it. Beg for me to say it. That nasty word: IRREGARDLES. You will like it. Grammar. Oh yeah.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
What I would hope:
My sexy body
The kind and soulful depth in my eyes
How useful a fellow like me could be

More likely:
A strange animal stench wafting in
A large unsightly mass of pudgey bulges and hair
That spot on my jacket from whatever I just ate
Weirdness

Only you can know? (Unless I start saving survey statistics.)

And pulgeys.
We are the pulgeys makers, we are dreamer of pulgeys.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Ms. Swan, Kierkegaard, CocoRosie, Butthole Surfers, Nietzche, Yasunori Mistsuda, James Joyce, Captain Beefheart, Kenneth Patchen, FSOL, Hakuin Ekaku, Blonde Redhead, Snorkeys, su-ri-su-tak-ka, Auntie Mame, Dali, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, David Foster Wallace, Stereolab, Rabelais, SquareEnix, Eddie Izzard, Stanislaw Lem, Jonathan Borofsky, Akira Kurosawa, Air, Christopher Guest, Albert Camus, John Giorno, Elizabeth Falconer, Homer, Puddles

I like food. Food tastes good.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
1.
3.
8.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Time's up. No more thinking. I'm surprised you called that thinking in the first place. Thinking is so funny. It makes me want to laugh. But what is the name of the thought when I'm laughing? I can literally feel it tickling my synapses. Ugh. Now it's burning. How many transistors or lambda functions before it's thinking? How many fuzz burn vines cracking crunchy rock crystals before it's thinking? Swirling luminous hydrogen birthing all colors of star forms? Wordless thoughts of the baby born in the stream? Words swirling through your paperless undersea cable? My pet lemon lard? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
totally lame

but frequently unconsciously traditional: wine, candles
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
There is a spot.
I like ascii art.
That's two things. Now not only is that three things, but triply obvious. I recommend to stay far away from the self-referential.

Oh, there must have been some raping and pillaging at some point, but that's not very private. Oh and ANSI and Unicode aRt. Of which I shall, with remarkable restraint, omit here.

What is this dreadful power that you have, oh cherubic blue website, that compels to answer such questions? I already answered like a thousand. It's quite unseemly how readily I submit. It must be the seemingly limitless promise of the dangling shiny siren sphere of love, lust, and compañero soul completion, however rare and perilous, that can consistently evoke whatever it pleases from my soft, usually labourless fingers.
You should message me if
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it won't bother you when I don't respond.

But, despite that, you want to incur an increase in the probability of us meeting in the molecular flesh, perhaps getting along famously, perhaps having adventures of note and perfervidty, casting a minute tendril across time, through the chaotic karmatic sea of possibility.