My relationship with okcupid is that this is basically an electronic terrarium full of people, and I get to tap my finger on the glass.

To summarize myself: Designed Only for Killing with semi-excellent taste and no skillz

I am also a member of they Abbey Normal society.

Aguestosagorasexual

I am nail biting, nose picking, and acid drinking

I go by many names:

DJ White phunk
aka fine-stein
aka That Fucking Abe Lincoln
aka Chunk N White
aka Silica Synthestra
aka The Doc MacMurder
aka Thee DA(double article) debacle, realist of McCoys
aka The Empty Imaginarium LTD
aka Socratic Flabbius Sophisticus
aka White Phunk 2000
aka Jewseff Islam
aka AmishBeardTech
aka DJ Cracken Saltine
aka DJ Blancomotion
aka DJ Abbreviated
aka Aspie-ration fixation
aka Thread killer Lady Thriller
aka DJ Out-of-Context
aka Akka-Moar-DakkaDakka

Walking slowly, lackadaisically, meaninglessly without remorse.

Daring to be ugly in a mediocre world.

Being energy conservative.

Remember, every bit of energy saved is energy invested.

That my belt size is equator.
Also, I think my voice is a bit strange/odd.
Here is me reading something I wrote as an example

from Dreamland: The way out of juarez by Charles Bowden
"Reach for it, now snort or swallow or inject or light up or something, but for God's sakes reach for it, and don't ask what it is, no, no, no. Look in your purse or your wallet or your shirt pocket or your medicine chest. Or open up your heart and stare into the loneliness, train horn blowing after midnight and the bed is cold. The city lives under this appetite and on this appetite, lives because of the blues in faraway places, lives because after-hours lust in small towns and tired crossroads, lives on guns and death and money and nerves because the wide world craves an end to the emptiness..."

Wake the Dead - Liberty

"If I was the sun, I'd look for shade, If I was a bed I would stay unmade, If I was a river I would run uphill, you know me, you know I will"

I would die without fakeberry products, music 25 years older than I am, loose clothing, kicking shoes, facial hair, and youtube clips of corgis.

How I can wake myself up if I am sleepwalking.

On the x-box connecting with my friends.

and as I lay there face down, I asked myself "Why black dynamite? why?"

looking at you looking at me

it is surprising the joy I gain from seeing Burt Reynolds covered in petroleum jelly

I love the word "bitches"

You think there is nothing like a little gold on gold and/or you got that thing I sent yah.

or, you really just need somebody to finally respond to you. (no promises on quality)

You have information on quality movies that are easy to miss from any age.

If you enjoy this short story, if at least for accounting purposes(seriously I want numbers of how many people think it is good or bad).