Red tattoos, cheerful existentialism, fleeing in the night, more red tattoos, star wars, freaking-the-fuck-out, shaving my head, outlaws, Secession of the Independent Republic of Texas, slight lisps, danger bits, Burningman, Stymie and Ralph, The Rebellion, Photoshop, Swearing, Drinking, Stabbing hoes, what-have-you
Anyone down with impromptu mimosa dance parties.
Anyone willing to help me further the cause of my Sex Health Crusade.
Anyone who would write me messages.
Beardy Boys.
People who desperately want to fund my education:
Click the pic to gimme money :)
Neutral Milk Hotel's In an Aeroplane Over the Sea is an album I could listen to on repeat forever and not get tired of, Crappy Poppy Punk makes me shake my ass and gives me the motivation to clean, Bright Eyes and Otis Redding can bring heartachey me to tears in seconds, Kimya Dawson makes me feel alright about the whole world, and Johnny Cash singing "you are my sunshine" is rooted somewhere deep in the core of my entire existence.
Anything really. The glowing light and motion thing really works for me.
Cartoons (not Anime) and political satire.
Anything by Tom Robbins, Richard Brautigan, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Dave Eggers, Chucky Fucky Palahniu-cky, books about vampires, the Mafia, traditional southern etiquette, fiction fiction fiction
My alter ego, Professor Q Anthrax WarDuck. My mom, The Romantic Image I've built up around cups of coffee, French Toast, Jon Stewart, people who give up all their possessions to do ridiculous things, Air Conditioning, certain types of Booze, the surly waitstaff at hip Austin eateries.