Cerebral, music making, baseball loving coffee addict currently obsessed with 20th century war atrocities and drawn to Soviet aesthetics. I hate the word 'society.' Goddammit, do I hate the word 'society.' 'Chiggers' and 'stevedore', on the other hand, almost always make me chuckle.

Waking, working, writing. Nothing terribly profitable. Sentence fragments, apparently.

Killing conversations. Execution style.

That I'm standing near them. Near enough to notice.

Books: Tao Te Ching, The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton, Ghosts of Manila: The Fatal Blood Feud Between Muhammed Ali and Joe Frazier, The Worst Hard Time, Catch-22, the poetry of TS Eliot, Emily Dickinson, Erin Belieu, Bloodlands: Europe Between Hitler and Stalin, The Massacre at El Mozote

Music: Tom Waits, Sonic Youth, Deerhoof, Swans, PJ Harvey, Kate Bush, John Coltrane, Xiu Xiu, St. Vincent, The National, Low, Dmitri Shostakovich, Charles Ives, Claude Debussy, Duke Ellington, Nick Cave, The Blue Nile, Carla Bozulich, Mike Patton, Bill Frisell, Nels Cline, Marc Ribot, Joy Division, New Order, Television, David Bowie

Movies: Most PT Anderson, Coen brothers, Terrence Malick, David Lynch, Tarantino, classic noir, Marx Brothers, Laurel and Hardy, Once Upon a Time in the West

TV: 30 Rock, The Larry Sanders Show, Carnivale, Six Feet Under, Dexter, It's Always Sunny..., Arrested Development, Portlandia

I like how the spices in really spicy food seem to sit in my stomach for hours. The slight discomfort reminds me that, even though my digestive system may be getting wrecked, I ate something really delicious. Or at least really spicy.

My goddamn head.

Considering my nihilistic bent, I'd say how everything and nothing are the same.

Amorphous.

I like to s(CENSORED) when I m(CENSORED)

You're into the slightly absurd notion of a post-gender civilization.