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About Me

I'm a shame.Once I thought I was special and destined for greatness and all that. But I grew up, got a degree in creative writing and in music which are both actually pretty useless in the real world. Duh. People think I'm a snob but most of the time I just don't say anything unless it really needs to be said. I ate breakfast this morning at four in the afternoon. I would take a bullet to save a painter or a poet I had never met, but not to save a business person I had known all my life. I'm generally nihilistic in a very mild way. I don't feel anyone's life has any inherent purpose or meaning, but I see this as more liberating than depressive.I'm pretty bright but I rarely apply myself. I'm in love with the notion of being the reluctant genius, and I do it so well that no one will ever know how smart I may in fact be. That's not to say I consider myself that debilitatingly intelligent, on the contrary I'm usually just a big dolt. And I have zero to no common sense. But I have plenty of tact, somehow or another. I never use a word unless I know exactly what it means and have taken into consideration every possible way that it could be understood. I'm exceedingly aware of my diction; I am also extremely conservative with it and generally avoid using unnecessary words. The irony of course is that I'm going on about all this bullshit and taking up a pretty lot of space in so doing.Also, I'm a really nice guy in an analytically moral sort of way. I don't judge anyone for just about anything. I have a passive and accepting moral system. If you like to have sex with your aunt or think humankind should hunt and feed off of geriatrich populations within our species to accelerate our own evolution, I won't judge you for any of that. I'm open to and interested by what you have to say, provided you've given due thought to why you do any of the disparate or commonplace things you do--because honestly, if you do something that is directly contrary to my lifestyle, I will be wont to inquire why; I'm a very curious person. I respond to all e-mails. I have excellent manners. You can take me anywhere and I'll fit in without disappearing. Hicks think I'm whimsical and pretentious assholes think I'm refreshing. But I'm still introverted, odd that.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My first reaction is to type something like "I'd like to meet robots, aliens and behemoths." The people I'm really looking to meet are already inside my head. I get on fine without outsiders. Go away, please.

My Blog

Josh’s Survey

1. First of all, what do you prefer to be called?Cogs.2. What is your favorite form of creative expression?Screaming.  It's honest.3. How do you like your coffee OR if you don't like it, why?Soy ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 13:49:00 GMT

.where.is.the.madness.that.you.promised.me.

I remember driving by this modern looking high school building in Ottawa after dropping Jeff off to work at his gas station. This was after we were pretty much over. This was after he had cheated on m...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 21:30:00 GMT

.maybe.i.m.already.there.

.you.re.all.just.humans.
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 18:38:00 GMT

.clandestine.clatterings.

I've started up a new journal to help me get through the separation from Jeff.It's a really long story. I'm downer than I knew to be possible.Maybe someday he'll come back around. I don't see it hap...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 14:44:00 GMT

Yuli and Parson 1&2

Yuli watched Parson catwalk across the stone wall. The grassblades brushed against her thighs and made gentle little aquatic sounds. Yuli had his right hand in his pocket; his left drifted to and fro ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 21:02:00 GMT

.walks.iceland.inches.comes.looms.closer.moves.

This is a poem entitled "This is a Poem Entitled Zan:Mat".begin.if.it.pleases.you.If sex means womenI will use my Summer voiceI will lay down on the car roofI will kick alongto traffic lightsto undert...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 13:49:00 GMT

Watch the Sunday Gang in Harujuku

Yuli watched Parson catwalk across the stone wall. The grassblades brushed against her thighs and made gentle little aquatic sounds. Yuli had his right hand in his pocket; his left drifted to and fro ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 09:21:00 GMT

Arret

No more questions!No. Nein. Arret! Stop!This is not happening.No more questions!You've asked well enoughEverything that opposes youalso cares for you, tenderlyin a dog eat dog sort of wayBut that's so...
Posted by on Mon, 01 May 2006 18:39:00 GMT

Isolation

These are hungry teeth.  The bones themselves cast out the juices, not the tongues.  If I can't fit it inside my body, those teeth will find a way.  Predeterminately, these bones are bo...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Apr 2006 09:45:00 GMT

like a horse and carriage

So but yeah, I got married. Neat huh? Sorry I haven't kept up with you people who actually know me in real life.  A lot's happened. Probably the easiest way to relate the whole journey, and the l...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Apr 2006 18:35:00 GMT