I'm not single. I'm multitudes.

finding people i know on okcupid then making us both feel uncomfortable. trying to read a shit tonne of books while not getting bored enough to burn them. getting paid to play with children from 5-11yrs. failing to write anything that even gestures towards poetry. whatever.

http://www.ubu.com/outsiders/365/2003/005.shtml

black hair, pale skin

i don't remember things, so this section is a problem. marx is interspersed in everything i read and everything i want to read. at the moment i'm trying to become a competent reader of jh prynne, and generally any poetry which is able to "collide head-on with the unwitty circus" (that's right carol-ann, I went there). byron. shelley. blake. borges. pynchon. saviano. luther blissett/wu ming. beckett. joyce. milton. bolano. whatever gets me the hits.

i like museums

community. breaking bad. parks and rec. venture bros.

my only faith is in a careful, hateful reading of anything you can get for a quid in a charity shop.

ashamed to say i was an indie kid in the early-mid noughties. then a twee child in late noughties. now i tend to just listen to the remains of 20th century pop culture (field mice a favourite at the moment). the only band i see live these days seems to be the wave pictures.

watch so many films in so many flavours. you mention it i've probably seen it.

particularly interested in eastern mediterannean and arab cooking at the moment. also know how to stir fry a tofu.

bikebookbrothercomputerfriendsex

communism. aesthetics. sex. poetry (as a verb not a noun). children. loss. play. cookery. romanticism. whether you can actually be an ally.

cooking. drinking. dancing. sleeping.

if you could specify income on this thing mine would say "i dont make shit"

you get my self-summary is just a bad joke.