my brain rattles along to a seething frenetic jazz. syncopated,
articulated, inside-out eviscerated. fevered mania mans the horns
and my sheet music is the starry sky. hop on at the crescendo and
let's waltz until armageddon.
What I’m doing with my life
attempting to keep the meatsuit that contains my ethereal essence from rotting off my calcified structural components and generally shrugging off responsibility.
I’m really good at
being paranoid and off center. empathizing. making people perturnatrually comfortable and open about themselves. but also putting my foot in my mouth.
The first things people usually notice about me
i have a vestigial proboscis sprouting from the middle of my chest.
i'm told it's very noticeable.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. understood the 'it', Vladimir Nabakov makes me want to throw up he writes so beautifully, and Shakespeare knew how to throw a fuckin' linguistic party.
i like movies where people are insane. also where they're not. i really really like movies. please talk to me about movies.
king of the hill was, is, and will forever be the greatest thing to happen to TV. that said, there's a whole lot of good TV going around these days.
i will listen to just about anything but i love shit that's punky or folky and if it's both well that's just peachy.
i don't eat much and i hate seafood but not sushi. i love gas station garbage and modern food atrocities. burgers are life.
The six things I could never do without
conversations, stupid jokes, sleep, starry skies, films, heavy
I spend a lot of time thinking about
how disappointingly self-involved and close-minded people can be. simultaneously, how radically empathetic and selfless people can be. also the merits of being alive. "life is no way to treat an animal."
On a typical Friday night I am
lamenting, with alcohol and shitty music. or celebrating with the same. all depends on which way the pendulum is swinging that week.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
i struggle fairly hard with depression. i try to keep it to myself. it's been known to be problematic. i'm getting better.
You should message me if
i'll write you a haiku if you ask nicely.
hmu if you want to kill me.