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Neur0

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

I'm a well-oiled machine of contradiction and vindication. I'm a paper mache mask and a plastic body dressed in fishnets and stilettos. I'm anorexic every Thursday, bulimic on the first of the month, homocidal on the third Friday, and my beauty pageants meet at midnight. Everything I say is a lie, every response I make is just to piss you off more, and every action is executed for the sole purpose of my own personal amusement. My inbox is full, my stomach is empty, my brain is wasted, and my fingers won't stop twitching. Stop emailing me.

No apologies will be issued because it never meant anything in the first place.

neur0.com | [email protected]

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Christina Aguilera and Amy Lee in a bowl of chocolate pudding, God, the person that decided that communication was essential, and people who are pliable and willing to swallow everything whole without proper dissection and reflection.

Please be advised that the best way to reach me if you have something really important to say is through email. I have four online journals, a website, and three forums I post on, so I don't always get the chance to read comments right away, but my email client is always open to alert me whenever I receive a new message. Again, that address is [email protected] .

My Blog

Buy my book (it makes you cool)

I just finished putting together a collection of my tastiest, alcohol-induced, "free association" rants from 2004. It's sick, it's disturbing, and it's exactly what you'd expect from me. So be cool...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

Jesus's stepping stones

Cookie-cutter cutesy queen with all the pink-tinted roses of all that you assume you are. Your banality is under my skin by now. I just cant stand one more line, yet I cant stop my eyes. Congratulat...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

pirating westward

To the kids that can hear me: I hear you. Another nameless evening comes only to pass, cigarettes piled up in tiny crystal ashtrays, Coca-Cola/ American biproduct/ downloaded piracy/ cultural...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

a mindless self reflection in pink chiffon and cake

When all the kids leave their homes and fade into the masses of nameless faces, succumbing to faceless names on a shopping list, no apologies, no concepts of thought, grasping for brief understanding,...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

Publication opportunity

I am starting a magazine called Clone and am looking for models, photographers, and artists who would like to submit their work for possible inclusion in the magazine as advertisements and article gra...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

A Third and Final Dissertation on Misinterpretation

We are crazy creatures. I grew up reading books that didn't come packed with convenient explanations, and maybe that's the reason why I do off-the-wall things and don't take the time to include a disc...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

neurotoxic

I want to be warm, pink light at the center of the world. I want to glow ultraviolet just enough to wipe out the glassy-eyed expression on everyone's face but still be able to see that they're there. ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

the death of poetry

Literature, in general, has become bastardized over the years. I blame it on TV and movies. We've become so accustomed to the "cut to the chase" fanfare of todays entertainment, a generation best lik...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT