26 Eugene, United States
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What I’m doing with my life
Eating hundreds of pounds of whitefish and snails every day
I’m really good at
not fuckin' around
The first things people usually notice about me
I am made of a thick, soupy ether.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
For Style 'n' Storytellin', William Burroughs, Virginia Woolf (ohmi/god/ Virginia Woolf I am just smashed), Ernest Hemingway, Franz Kafka, Anaïs Nin, Flannery O'Connor, C.S. Lewis but only in the case of 'Till We Have Faces 'cos everything else he wrote was like /totes/ /shit/ and I'd gladly punch him inna face I would (but that book is like revelatorily good--the whole situation with his books is so sad--sometimes I just sit around and sulk--just you know like here and there--), etc.

For con-(for)cep[t]s/handy tools, Owen Barfield, Franz "Yah" Kafkah, Charles Williams, Herman Hesse, Giorgio De Santillana & Hertha Von Dechend, Judith Butler, Bill Cronon, et set era

For poetic diction, Ezra Pound, Sappho, Ella Young, T.S. Elliot, Rainer Rilke, Carl Sandburg, et cete eradica

For stage-plellelagh (a good play is a shatttt*tt*t*ering weapon!), Harold Pinter, August Strindberg, Albert Camus, Samuel Beckett, Bertolt Brecht, Sarah Ruhl, Kirk Lynn, et Crete entriAttica®

woof woof woof woof woof!

I'm a fish that barks!


The music I like is like mostly like ✬this✬ or ❦this❦ or ➶this➴ or ☄this☄ or ❀this❀. There's also if you prefer har⇓d⇓ata.

Right now, ◈◇this◇ is my favorite TV show.

I'm a Holey Black-body, and will eat anything. That said, if I was a fancy mogul and could make it happen, I would eat only live fish. Tha's cos'a' the strength of my speciatic temperament. Can't fuck with nature. (can fuck with nature! "Nature doesn't need a good lawyer, it needs a ruthless prosecutor.")
The six things I could never do without
Art, resonance, art resonance, the sea, fractals, portmantology, resonart, seances, resin art, seasonance, seasonancery, seasonancerology, resonanseasonanceartology, fractactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactact∞actactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactactals
I spend a lot of time thinking about
On a typical Friday night I am
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I am made of a thick, soupy aether.
You should message me if
you have some fascinating locales or distant secrets you yearn to share with me here, where I am brand swaddling new

or generally if you are

(a) the other last surviving member of my ill-begrottoen species
(b) the last survivor of the Swacking of Carthage
(c) the last survivor of a Swans concert
(d) the last survivor of being conned into buying fake Concerta by some swans