I am difficult, thanatonautic, and black.
My Self-Summary
looking for neither love nor sex. just flesh with words wrapped
around it.
i'm a lesbian. i'm thelma. i'm lauren guiseppe. i'm self-induced.
i'm caramelized. i'm observed. i've tried
crack before with my friend, we smoked it
out of a
lightbulb. my data is compressed. i'm
alright. i'm dredged. i'm faggy. i'm jovial. i'm saruman. i'm left.
i'm a repertoire. i'm obscure. i'm controlling. i'm
drunk on power.
i'm living in a jibe. i'm unrehearsed. i'm controlling. i'm
unrehearsed. i'm controlling. i'm within striking distance of the
concrete in front of me.
What I’m doing with my life
pursuing a degree in physics, joining the idf in the spring,
putting on my second play, putting the final touches on my third
play, beginning my fourth play, compiling fragments and notes for a
novel, and stirring partisans in the forest.
i'm a career thanatonaut and self-induce night terrors on a
semi-regular basis.
TropicalHeat and
haxXao5 recommended
this site to me.
i recommended this site to
jamesmw, who currently lives on my floor.
I’m really good at
answering all questions with fervent religiosity.
and afterwards claiming philosophy to be a disease of the mind.
The first things people usually notice about me
that i'm inaccessible.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
books that taste like food. movies that taste like food. music that
tastes like food. food that lives and dies.
"wittgenstein", "stroszek", "nosferatu 1979", "waltz with bashir",
"synechdote, ny", "wild at heart", and "120 days of sodom".
i enjoy watching foreign movies without subtitles.
i have an alarm clock on my computer that starts playing the second
movement of beethoven's 7th symphony to wake me up each day.
my bedroom is mostly barren. I do, however, have a print of "the
golden knight" by gustav klimt above my desk.
i'm into noise music: glitch and power electronics. i also own an
accordion.
the last book i read was "mount analogue" by rene daumal, and i'm
currently reading "the kindly ones" by jonathan littell.
The six things I could never do without
mania.
intensity.
combat boots.
uggz.
feet.
dirt.
infections.
mental parkour.
paleolithic diet.
dumpster diving (in which case not necessarily paleolithic)
stints of homelessness.
going to jail.
jail tats.
public transit.
public opinion.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
On a typical Friday night I am
talking to myself on my okcupid profile.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
i plan on killing myself on 2012 as a means of hijacking it and
making some kind of point.
i lived in malta over the summer. at one point i decided to climb a
giant construction crane. to get to the base of it, i had to
descend like 30 feet. i had a rope, but lost my grip while fiddling
around with something. i burnt most of the skin off my fingers and
fell about 20 feet onto concrete, landing on my back. it was rather
euphoric. too much bodily damage to feel much pain. couldn't move
for the next five days, but got brilliant ideas while
immobile.
my plan was originally to climb to the top of the construction
crane to leave a poem there:
building schools in the crowded fucking sky
see the genius streak contrails
and it's not my
You should message me if
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