I created a river once. No one enjoyed it at all. I had no followers, just a church of old tears. My lover was forever a fiery angel in the horizon, blazing trails, torching trees, looking for a gang of Magi to join. She found a star to follow, she was a tart seeking fame and alas the stars found their Cinder Queen. They stole her, plucked her down and put her under the ground to grow, to grow a white birch or a prayer tree for unfortunate dreamers to climb upon. She is all in green, she will ferry us straight to the North if we turn her into a boat. And me? I was fashioned out of parchment, cold rain and dark incantations. Enter my chambers with great caution, I am nervous and undone. I am a studded and baubled rose, gathered in fennel and rue. It is pretty to look at, but you should leave. You will likely be drowned. I am known to cause floods when I've lost my crown. Have you seen it around? Anyhow. Remember me. What I could not say, they took that from me too: I speak to the turtles now. In my slow kingdom of shells, the women stay tucked away. But they stray away from me, always my lot, they nibble and taste my ambrosia but they don’t stay long. They use it up, then they are gone. The moonlight drapes their green throats in luster like ermine. All these dazzled spirits flutter and descend on my lips: ruby-winged mini-dragons, gold ringed nymphs. And who said I never had a treasure worth keeping? Who said my existence was pointless without worship? I beg you to never praise anything that inherently begs for praise. Besides, these very wise turtles have offered their armor to me. I have no need of obedient sheep. I make my own wool. I rest six days a week.

I am an English major at Grand Valley State University. I am addicted to soaking up every piece of knowledge that I can. I will no longer date excessively negative women. I plan on becoming a professor and working in some other state. Ultimately, I want to share my love of literature with younglings and settle down with as much of a non-traditional, liberal family as I can scrape together. I'm also known to experiment: sexually, psychedelically, scientifically. The world is far too interesting and exciting to be conservative about anything. I play hard and it can frighten others. I smoke, drink, and do just about everything else I'm told not to do. My other loves include music, astronomy, physics, atheism, and socialism (I'm technically an anarcho-syndicalist).

It seems like nearly everyone on here has a problem with drug use. I'm not shooting up heroin or smoking meth, but if it expands my mind and isn't physically addictive I will partake, somewhat frequently. Where are the trippy people? Sorry. I am guessing that there is almost no one left now.

Writing. I've been published in 30+ print magazines, journals, or chapbooks. I have also been featured in several online publications. I have previously worked for a book publisher and a newspaper. I'm also fairly knowledgable about chemistry, neuropharmacology, pharmacokinetics, astronomy, astrophysics, literature, film history, general trivia, and music.

My brain. My eyes. The birds of prey pecking at my eyes; the teeth sunk into my flesh to taste the red of pomegranate and bloat my stomach with dark magick and December.

That I go rabid against myths where your talking animals and fairies speak truth to blank walls. That I am still covered in Earth's old placenta. That I sit on monoliths of pride built from fallen alphabets. That my lips are dry, my palms sweaty, that words glide off anxious hands.

That my face becomes unrecognizable between Friday morning and Sunday night. That I am six feet under the past, deaf at last,
and only stars understand me. That beneath my feet, tall mountains gently scratch at scabs the rain will soon wash away. That my anger turned snow into ice by way of fire. Hard to believe. Hard and pointed, I laugh at the stories you invent about the magick and goodness of the Earth, because I find no solace there to seek, as you find none in the secrets that leak from the muffled language I speak. While you were building a first impression, I was wondering if you were one of the sheep that's always asleep.

Well, as far as food, I'm a finicky eater. Sadly, cool liberal chicks tend to be health food lovers. I'm way too self-destructive to eat okra, unless you fry it and give me some cheese dip. Sorry, cool lib-art chicks.

Reads: House of Leaves (Danielewski), Naked Lunch (Bill Burroughs), On the Road (Jack Kerouac), Never Let Me Go (Kazuo Ishiguro), Brave New World (Aldous Huxley), Slaughterhouse Five (Kurt Vonnegut), A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (Dave Eggers), Time's Arrow (Martin Amis), The Sound and the Fury (William Faulkner) -- and hundreds of others.

Aural Sex: Animal Collective, Bad Brains, The Beatles, Crass, The Eels, Eyedea, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Jeff Buckley, Mclusky, Modest Mouse, Mogwai, The Mountain Goats, Neutral Milk Hotel, Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana, Pink Floyd, The Pixies, Radiohead, The Smashing Pumpkins, Sonic Youth, St. Vincent, Sufjan Stevens, Warpaint, Ween, Yeah Yeah Yeahs -- Indie Rock, Indie Hip-hop, Indie Rap, Alt Rock, Post Rock, Prog Rock, Trip-hop, 60's/70's Rock, MoTown, Jazz.

Filmstuffs: A Clockwork Orange, Seven Samurai, Jules and Jim, Faces, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, 2046, Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, The Godfather, Citizen Kane, Lost in Translation, Kill Bill, Spirited Away, Ikiru, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Breathless, Apocalypse Now, 3-Iron, Diabolique, The Evil Dead, Mulholland Drive, Gummo, The 400 Blows, Pan's Labyrinth, Chinatown, Hiroshima Mon Amour, Star Wars. Many others -- Obscure French New Wave, Anime, Absurdist, Ultraviolent, Crime, Film Noir.

I also love RPG games.

Water. Carbon. Amino Acids. Space. The Sun. Gravity.

Biology. Existential shit. Sex. A world where all humans are wrapped in visible auras that are manifestations of their inner-selves. My aura is a wreath of wilting black roses shot through with chrysalises full of fire. Yours?

Studying, reading, writing. I might be contemplating stardust, running naked through a cornfield. I might be drunk at a bar or hanging out at a movie theater or a concert. I do whatever I want, whenever I want, as long as it doesn't hurt other people physically or emotionally.

I sometimes dream about strangling teaparty folk, despite my pacifism.

You should message me somewhere else. I wont be here very often. http://www.facebook.com/trevor.obrien2

Talk to me if you are intelligent, liberal, laid back (no drama buttons), and none of that shit I wrote frightened you away. I am a sweetheart. I am also a bit sappy. Relaxed, but fun. Despite what that bullshit personality tab says, I am outgoing and ambitious.

Very important: I am all about letting people be themselves. But that has to be a two-way street. I am never going to compromise my personality or beliefs for anyone, and I'm not going to try to changhttp://www.okcupid.com/profile#e you, either. I accept people as they come and I love most people. I hope that isn't a problem.