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  • Ages 18-44
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex

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Last online
Today – 6:19am
Relationship Type
Mostly monogamous
5' 11" (1.80m)
Body Type
Average build
Atheism and laughing about it
Has kid(s) and doesn’t want more
My self-summary
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I'm basically the product of good ole' fashion midwestern-lowered expectations and innumerable cell divisions. Think of a room that smells like spilled whiskey and peanut shells. Half price Thursday open bowling and the kind of hard candies that while red, taste like paraffin.
What I’m doing with my life
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You can usually find me pushing a giant boulder up this really steep hill and just when I'm about to get to the top, every fucking time- something gives out- knee, shoulder, arm, one time I just stepped on a fucking nail and anyway, I lose the giant rock and basically have to start all over again. I've got a good feeling about this next attempt though.
Update: Made it up the hill! Totally inundated with feelings of emptiness and despair. Long for nothing but the comfort of my rock and 30% slope. Careful what you wish for, metaphor wise. Now I just can't seem to stop looking at myself in the mirror...
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
The first things people usually notice about me
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Regal bearing, lopsided gait, smell of gasoline and wood chips. Always pointed North by Northwest, unless not, ideally though the opposite of directionless. Unable to fit in bread basket, possibly a mineral. For some reason the word"lupine" comes to mind, but I've had time to think this out.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Fiction: Roth, Updike, Franzen, Steinbeck, Delillo, Dick, Douglas Adams, Chabon, Dead Russians, Dead beatniks, Dead David Foster Wallace, Mailer, Camus and on and on... Plus into epic sci-fi fantasy Dune, Foundation series, Dark Tower, Game of Thrones and we might as well throw in comic books circa 1995.

Non Fiction: Dawkins, Sagan, Hitchens, Sacks, E.O Wilson, Hawkins, Greene- basically into cosmology, biology and scientific skepticism. Hopefully you are not a metaphysical dualist (not that I'm overly picky) And then there's politics: Zinn, Taibbi, Hunter S. Thompson and all the usual lefty lit you'd expect. Plus with the philosophy degree and all I like Hume, Kant (a priori manifold of space and time actually creating the universe in the act of perception? Wha??) Heideggar and I've got a decent foundation in social contract theory in all it's varied forms in case it gets too late.

Music: Fiery Furnaces, Joy Division, Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Lou Reed, Lou Barlow, Leonard Cohen, Rolling Stones and then imagine a sort of spiderweb of a whole lot more music, flowing outwards and in. Plus more I can't think of.

Movies: I like em. Coppola, Kubrick and a lot of other stuff but movies have never really been my thing. More of a word guy.

TV: Kids in the Hall, Tim and Eric, Mr. Show, Alan Patridge (lets hear it for Steve Coogan. "Hooray Steve Coogan") Arrested Development, Louie plus a bunch of the drama's everyone's watching: Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones etc. etc. etc. Golden age we're living in here, TV wise.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Egg Shen: Can see things no one else can see. Do things no one else can do.
Jack Burton: Real things?
Egg Shen: As real as Lo Pan!
Jack Burton: Hey, what more can a guy ask for?
Egg Shen: Oh, a six-demon bag!
Jack Burton: Terrific, a six-demon bag. Sen-sational. What's in it, Egg?
Egg Shen: Wind, fire, all that kind of thing!

I couldn't do without my six demon bag, is the point.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
seasons. Whether the idea of secular transcendentalism is even coherent. Rototilling a garden plot, aerating the soil. I wish that the actual feeling of holding a clod of loamy dirt was as good as it is in my mind.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Flopping around like a gold fish on the kitchen counter.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I've got angst in my pants. I blew up your body but you blew my mind. I'm a teenage lobotomy. The sun shines out of our behinds. I ain't no god damned son of a bitch. I'm just mad about saffron. I don't believe in an interventionist god. I'll be your mirror.

Fun addendum: I was non-metaphorically stabbed in the back (twice) in a random attack that also claimed the top of my left ear. Right here in lovely, sunny Los Angeles.
You should message me if
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You're into interesting, complex situations involving people with issues. You know the difference between a shovel and a spade and when/ how to use them. Can lift a 50 lb sack over your head. We're hiring.