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I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships and Friends

About Me

I'm not quite sure about me. Early reports seem positive, but there are vague clouds of doubt and willful obliviousness hanging about me. You wouldn't know it to look at me though, because I have a constant ability to find the positive parts of the world about me. Why did I decide to end every sentence with about me? Oh well, here's a recent sighting of me:

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

See also: Jimi Hendrix, Booker Noe, Hunter S. Thompson (oh wait, is this just where I list dead people I want to meet?) I guess I like the living too. That would make sense since I've joined a network of living people. Is there a deadspace? I should go join that. Except it would defeat the purpose of why I joined this thing in the first place.

My Blog

I guess whiskey makes you love

without knowing who you love.and I guess it makes you yearn, even though maybe you've already got.so I'm going to sit on my new couches, and listen to really pretty instrumental tracks from my good fr...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 05:35:00 GMT

Crying on the shoulder of Cleese

5.3.08 : Right before I woke up I was watching some new form of TV that Mark told me about which is POV and sort of interactive. Whatever show I was watching didn't work so I switched it and it was o...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 10:54:00 GMT

the secret word is...

acorn
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 20:07:00 GMT

Biting the style of Sean McCabe

I decide to post a dream on the internet. It's pretty ridiculous, so why not right?1.15.08 : I'll make this concise, because I want to draw. And because now the dream is old, and it's been told befo...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 00:42:00 GMT

kimya dawson is great, so I rip her off

Waiting for the bus you were the one I want to callI've been thinking like I'm single like I'm not lonely at allbut I also think I want someone and I wish that it were youmaybe shit it really is well ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 02:06:00 GMT

well

well, t his is nothing, and no one knows I write in it, so it's not like this is a thing that anyone reads. But goddamn this weapon can be damaging to everyone. Even though we claim to use it for th...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:35:00 GMT

from June 8

Those were the empty daysthe days when only pigeons would hold his handand strangers looked at him as if he were buildingplanets underneath his sandals.The soft crunch of creation alerting the uniniti...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 10:52:00 GMT