Everything is over. I'm the pan-queer polyanarchy unicorn. The ferocious plant-dog. The rug of being. I'll be your trophy wife. Use me. Actually i'm just here to talk about philosophy. I mean i just like to act weird in public. I am a nihilist and have no hope about the world. But i don't act that way.
This is my website: www.enormousface.com
www.instagram.com/enormousface ... whatever.
I work in New York and commute in huge triangles.
We are always already moving to Mexico DF to make another pathetic/weirdo art collective, also founding a rural vermont post-graduate free school. Everything is totally, appallingly messy.
I don't like food.
sometimes it's hard to tell from reading all of your profiles if you're actually deeply neurotic psycho/socio-paths. i think this is because the number one skill that those kinds of people have is hiding that they are themselves. physiognomy?
How about that despite all my posing and rigging, I'm actually a pretty gentle, "good-person" person, and have similar needs and wants to most. -Carl Jung
/especially if you're interested in doing-based hangouts, or if you have a nice potbelly, or if you want to make critical-theory audiobooks together.
[i turned off the okcupid emails though, so if you just give me some stars i'll never know. you're gonna have to speak up.... actually naw whatever gimme the stars. i need the stars.]
UPDATE: Fuck! Okay! Word to the wise: it seems like stars are really the best way to get around a the mailbox without having to quash any of the delectable poems you sweeties have filled me up with. So star away, an' I'll hit you back! Stars-Ho! Starbuck! Whatever. We're probably never gonna talk.