these days held together by hot glue and hope. thus the tiny burns all over my hands.
quasi-feral.
habeas fucking corpus; human rights; bicycles; grammar; anti-globalization movements; radical marching bands; street art; urban planning; dancing; bicycles; pirates; welding; spaceships; dressing up; getting down; making out; sleep deprivation; flights of fancy; mixing metaphors; parading without a permit; chaos; bicycles; bubbles; sousaphones that look like dragons, social, environmental, and economic justice; puppies.
perhaps i should be clearer about this: if we are not friends in real life, then we are not going to be internet friends, ok? ok. and furthermore, no, i do not want to join any groups whose "point of solidarity" is that we all have the same name. i mean, seriously. doesn't it make you question the meaning of your existence that you have nothing more substantive to organize around?
i don't rank friends.
so don't ask.
here are
some people i like.
yes, i like music.
sometimes i like movies.
no, i don't like tv.
i like books.
it's made of people!!!