into: blind tedium... regeneration... sifting undercurents... the elegant grotesquery of nature... cornucopia recitals... opacity... being tightly wound... shape shifting... escape...

makes me happy: walking the streets as a free american... any sort of crevice that I can safely hide in...

makes me sad: Nothing, my soul is made of cardboard... public floggings... the soul numbing let-down procession...

5 things i can't live without: a pack of Newports, malt liquor, tic-tacs... I'm not even capable of listing 5... corn nuts

vices: turning your moments into ash ; drowning helplessly ; all the small acts that trample humanity ; my grasping snorting pig face

occupation: clown wrestler and part-time psychic investigator

current crush: every moment I am crushing communism...

stats: stone cold sucker MC

body mods: air-brushed scrotum

gets me hot: carne asada

favorite position: when the moment is right I like to do the "lazy turtle"... ladies the line starts here

fantasy: Manifesting... To mend every line and crack... Dipping fingers in dark wells of grimey divinity... To live every day like it was the bottom of the ocean... To touch time and fondle destiny... To move inwards, making contact between souls... Savoring the incomprehensibility of the gaps...

sign: frequent

most humbling moment: Waking up. Going to the bathroom. Buying produce at the grocery store. Life.

i lost my virginity: so what

CIGARETTES: Nope

MY POLITICS: None apply, you assholes

MY STATUS: single

MY PIGEONHOLES: Hippy, Bookworm, Geek, Fuck you, I defy categories