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fabricated_SI

28 M Benicia, CA

My Details

Last Online
Today – 1:42am
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Full figured
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Very often
Drugs
Often
Religion
Judaism, and somewhat serious about it
Sign
Leo, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Science / Engineering
Income
$30,000–$40,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Has dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Okay)

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My self-summary
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.

I am a fundamentally flawed pedant with a heart of gold, but a miserly and selfish brain. I often am a tertiary member of conversation, but assume to be the central voice of moderation and logic. I will expect you to remember my name. I wont remember yours. Note: that last sentence sounds like psuedo domineering bs, but is less I demand a person to know my name, but that I go around thinking all of the people I met remember mine, yet I lose names all the time and should know how easy it is to forget.

I am always nervous first, until comfortable. In unknowns I am swimming in possibilities and uncertainty and will waiver on any prospective action until it seems brick In the face obvious, and even then I will double check. As I grow in comfort and experience my number of assumptions will grow until I perform the opposite flaw of being certain about what others wish and want when I am wrong.

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I am nail biting, nose picking, and acid drinking
What I’m doing with my life
Giving okcupiders protips: The douchebags aren't going to read your profile so stop stunting its awesomeness by filling it with superfluous douchebag avoidence measures.

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 Socratic Flabbius Sophisticus
aka White Phunk 2000
aka Jewseff Islam
aka AmishBeardTech

Using psychiatric medication to limit individuality and non-conformal traits to boost societal value and fiscal mobility. Struggiling with the vampiric nature of work and the insufficient emotional substitution provided by entertainment mediums. Sacrificing dignity for credit.

I am trying to write a comic book script.

In my head I have a song called cpapnoia which illustrates my imagined stigmas about using technology to face problems created by ones own choices. It doesn't rhyme very well.
I’m really good at
Walking slowly, lackadaisically, meaninglessly without remorse. (well, now with some remorse)

Daring to be ugly in a mediocre world.

Being energy conservative.

Literally missing the bus.
The first things people usually notice about me
I'm a hairy muthafucka.
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
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Look, let me get this out of the way. My favorite has, is, and always will be Robot jox. Yeah I know, low budget, simple, boring. I saw that thing when I was knee high and it had a fist powered by a rocket slamming into a giant robot's chest. I knew it was the one. Perhaps this would have been the catalyst to a career in robotics but I chose underachievement and the internet instead. But that movie is pure stop motion heaven for me.

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..."

Janelle Monae is a fancy footwork beast of a vocalist.
The six things I could never do without
I would die without fakeberry products, music 25 years older than I am, loose clothing, circular frames and fancy hats (one thing), facial hair, and youtube clips of corgis.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How do I make an unpopular opinion puffin that is actually a genuine unpopular opinion that doesn't directly translate into the opinion holder being an asshole.
On a typical Friday night I am
On the x-box, that is halo night.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
it is surprising the joy I gain from seeing Burt Reynolds covered in petroleum jelly

I love the word "bitches"
I’m looking for
  • Everybody
  • Ages 18–98
  • Located anywhere
  • For new friends
You should message me if
I don't have an answer, so here is some jumbled mumbo jumbo:

With a gulp of water, I kill myself. Control myself. A profane pile of pill bottles grotesquely lays on the counter. We think it shouldn’t be there. It is like blood outside the body, it is abhorrent, it stains the basin with the loss of life. I accept the cadaveric portent of orange cylinders. My identity was imbalance, dead now, evenness is dull. But, dullness is the river rock. Through the stream it will be chipped away and broken. It will sit at the bottom of the river, calm and unnoticed. What will be known about it will be what is known about everything else. And when the world floods, and the waters rush, it will move the river banks, It will take part in the fury that changes the world. What actions it takes are the whims of the water, not the choosing of the rock. It will accept the boyish hope that looks past malformations, that decides it is round enough, flat enough to be thrown, to be skipped across the skin of souls. And upon skimming the surface of the universe, it will be plunged back into the heart of the world amidst the dissolution of freedom, and the weathering of time. It will fall away into oneliness and accept that it will be no more. It will swallow the water that dissolves the stone.