Life by the seat of my pants, which explains why I'm ripping through jeans like a denim chain smoker. I got some shoes but I only wear boots, I like to sing along but just to deaf-mutes. Eating crap, keeping it lean.

Rebooting, daily.

I have a lot of guitar pedals, rack effects, and toy keyboards.

Harmonies, parsing large blocks of text for relevant information and conceptual understanding, stealthy drunkenness, silent self defeat.

My beard or that I smell like 2 stroke exhaust, one assumes.

. Having read an inordinate amount of science fiction and so called cyberpunk for years I am now trying to focus on pop fiction in the supermarket lanes.

ELO, the raveonettes, metric, elliot smith, guided by voices, the elephant 6 catalog, turbonegro, the exploding hearts, cheap trick, the nerves, the undertones, elvis costello, the knack, the boys, matthew sweet, hollywood brats, iggy and the stooges, the spits, the clash, crass, bread and water, cock sparrer, sham 69, op ivy, the specials, subhumans, contravene, sigur ros, hollywood brats, the who, my bloody valentine, swervedriver, the vaselines, that dog., the unicorns, casiotone for the painfully alone, the headphones, jawbreaker, blood brothers, japanther, grandaddy, built to spill, modest mouse, anything godspeed you black emperor related, red fang, iron maiden, manowar, deicide, dystopia, pig destroyer, cattle decapitation, the locust, okgo blah blah blah blah blah

i like food, but I work in food, so... I eat phó at least twice a week.

reverb

stagnation, death, musical shapes, harmonies, phrases, language..

this last one I saw the Spits and walked in frosty fog.

my dimples are aftermarket, my heart is NOS.

I'm serious, only sometimes.

SYDNEY WTF

I have a hard time focusing on the internet,