age: 98 (Jan 01, 1914)
MEMBER SINCE: November 2004
occupation: Fire Breathing Armadillo
body mods: For my birthday, damnit! Some ink!
crush: Kim godamnit...Kim
into: Sending out query letters to literary agents
most humbling moment: See my profile pic! Nah, not really.
gets me hot: Kim
i lost my virginity: to a Rhoomba
fantasy: To make more money than God. Tell me, how much does God pull down? Or does he just make the stuff appear? Or does he just make whatever goods and services he needs appear, eschewing currency? Or...oh never mind. Just money, please.
sign: Beware of the Blob!
makes me sad: death, current administration, the fact that we have used up two-thirds of the planet's resources. living so far away from Kim
makes me happy: Being nude
I wanted to say, I couldn't leave without putting down a poem. This is a new one. It describes my mood, which is pretty dark right now:
Sans Dreams
By Michael Walker
I am a person
Gone off dreams
My cancer sits inside of me
Like an ingrown twin
I ride a train
That never seems to arrive
Passing through camps
Of metals
Graveyards of graffiti
The reservoir
Like a stain
At the bottom of the world
I believe the person next to me
Suffers
And am pleased
In the museums
There are Pre-Raphaelites
And trophy heads
Rich with maggots
No on cares to go there any more
The guards
Will follow you
From room to room
What does it
All mean
There are no dreams
To tell me
A car catches fire
And sends its
Black smoke up
40,000
Saints were canonized yesterday
And one naked woman
I dont know
What does it all mean
copyright 2005 by Michael S. Walker
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Take good care of yourself! Thanks for being so encouraging about my artwork 
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