"When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark

About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless."

-- Philip Larkin, "High Windows"

I am a degenerate, viscious, and a dilettante

...That's a very good question.

Cooking. Breathing (actually, I'm not very good at that). Due Diligence.

I'm a Redskins fan. Apparently, this reads strongly.

Wonderboys by Michael Chabon
Crash by David Cronenberg
Surfer Rosa by The Pixies
Indian food at a restaurant as yet unspecified

Aesthetics. Politics. Rhetoric. Tits. Poetry. Robots.

Aesthetics. Politics. Rhetoric. Tits. Poetry. Robots. Fireworks.

Drunk, or watching old movies and eating takeout, or getting arrested, or writing, or reading, or trying to determine precisely what constitutes a "typical Friday night," or wandering around. Some of these are more typical than others.

I'm pathologically honest about myself. This makes playing poker difficult and small talk very interesting.

...you actually found this profile interesting, or my minimalism endearing. Also, if you want to message me, for whatever reason, especially if you want to talk about my username.

Or, if you want to tell me about what a fucking asshole Larkin was.