I think and create. I feel the forces in my body. I talk to strangers. I dance around waving my arms wildly. I've been asked to mellow out at clubs. I was once bitten by a camel, but I don't think it noticed. I speak languages I don't understand. Well, cats might. I'm looking for you and you're looking for me. We'll recognize each other. Especially if you're wearing plaid.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Myself, externalized. The me I've forgotten about. The you that sees me in yourself. We have information for each other. Someone who wants to figure it aaaaaall out, and then share a pie at Village Inn. Or Klaus Nomi.
