Boredom is counter-revolutionary.

I'm a musician but mostly a guitarist (noiserock and folk), an ENFP from Los Angeles... a noisefreak with a bleeding heart, sensitive but with that hereditary south american machismo, all around a good guy with lotta curiosity, used to be an introvert but became an extrovert, always lookin for Shiva the Destroyer

When I was young, my idols were Anthony Kiedis, Prince and Tom Waits. I think that says a lot about me. Oh yeah, and Marty fuckin McFly. When I got older, I turned my attention towards Justin Pearson and Josh Homme. I think that says a lot more about where I wanna be. Oh yeah, and Powdered Toast Man.

There are a few rules I do try to live by. Hydration is necessary for a positive living experience. So are nutrients. Don't give your sugar to jerks. Take the socks off your hands before you steal a car. It is preferable to shoot someone in the face rather than the back. Shopping and public transportation are always better if you've had a few drinks. So is everything else. Women can wear pants but I can't wear a dress? Really?

KARMA

Strategically positioning my chess pieces for an attack on the King, always making music and writing, occasionally stayin alive

Just moved to Austin last June...
wash. rinse. repeat.

Anything involving four to six strings or poetic license. Also, assigning nicknames, rescuing defenseless animals, letting out the funk on a bass guitar, connecting with strangers, cutting a rug, improvising slang, and not sleeping when shit gets good.

"epic eye contact"... but I get the feeling it's more likely either my hand/wrist/forearm tattoos, my occasionally asymmetrical/multi-colored hair, or my ability to wear mismatched and torn clothing yet still possess more swag than your rolex-wearing white bread boyfriend.

Kerouac (On the Road, Tristessa), Burroughs (Naked Lunch, Junky), Vonnegut (Breakfast of Champions), Bukowski and Borges... also, Johnny Got His Gun and The Revolution of Everyday Life

Eyes Wide Shut, Punch-Drunk Love, Dead Man, Akira Kurosawa's Dreams, Gummo, Boogie Nights, Children of Men, Cremaster Cycle, Purple Rain, Mulholland Drive, Closer, Factotum, Down By Law, Edward Scissorhands, Waking Life, Eraserhead, Wild at Heart, No Country For Old Men, Annie Hall, It's A Wonderful Life, Royal Tenenbaums, There Will Be Blood, Brick, They Live

Dr. Dog, Daughters, Animals as Leaders, Siriusmo, Tera Melos, Of Montreal, HEALTH, Wires on Fire, Captain Ahab, Foot Village, Halloween Swim Team, tik///tik, Rumspringa, Kevin Shields, Moment Trigger, Anavan, Tom Waits, Hella, Melt-Banana, Do Make Say Think, Queens of the Stone Age, Lightning Bolt, Boards of Canada, and The Locust, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Don Caballero, Grizzly Bear, Starfucker, MIA, Reverend Horton Heat, Prince, MF Doom, Fantomas, Justice, MSTRKRFT, Robin Williams on Fire, Realicide, King Crimson, The Blood Brothers, Arab on Radar, The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower, Holy Molar, Nasenbluten, Pre, Air, Brian Eno, LMFAO, Paper Mice, Tortoise, Elliott Smith, A Silver Mt. Zion, Between the Buried and Me, Deerhoof, the Pharcyde, Neon Indian, The Birthday Party, Ratatat, Explosions in the Sky, Ex Models, Charles Mingus, Jaco Pastorius, Nero, Soundgarden, Neil Young, J Dilla, Bob Dylan, The Bees

Breaking Bad, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The Daily Show, ST:TNG, Eastbound & Down

SoCal Cuisine (i have thus far not encountered anything on the east coast deserving of the title "Burrito") and Barbeque (of all kinds but mostly argentinean)

my guitar, pencil and paper, dreams, creatures to interact with, mittens or girl hands to give my hands company (they get cold and lonely), and spastic noiserock. that good shit

music, women, and my future with music and women. this one song I've been working on. tattoos needed and exit strategies. aesthetics of songwriting. polyamory. family and friends. this one song I've been working on. self-defense and street justice. romantic and sexual aspirations. queer theory. that dream I had last night. martyrdom. this one song I've been working on. dysfunction. the construction of situations. common deathbed regrets and how I'll avoid them. what the fuck i'm doing and where i'm going.

curious, cause I worked graveyard since moving here till recently, and now that I've rejoined the living, what to do?

is usually too much for most women to handle, in more ways than one. Don't make any assumptions, babe.

On another note, I have an addictive personality. Also, sometimes i get romantic notions of self-destruction. I'm better at dealing with these things now than i've ever been in my life, but still. Just a fair warning.

spontaneity is a wonderful characteristic. Oh and if your hands also get cold and/or lonely, we may be able to come up with a mutually beneficial arrangement.

I never date the same girl twice. What I mean is, I'm attracted to women that blindside me, who even in my fiercely wild imagination, I couldn't see you strutting toward me with those expressly unorthodox hips...

Don't message me if you're a floozy. I've been quite the floozy magnet lately, probably because I live fast and fun, but you know, i don't wanna be that boytoy on the side anymore

extra points if you can inject me into the local psychobilly or noiserock scenes. Any scene, actually. Even a crime scene.