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About Me

the robots tried their best, but they couldn't hold me down. i found myself at the corner of north avenue and west peachtree with lots of luggage. that was four years ago. two years in confined, smelly places, and all i have to show for it is a loss of sanity and no second degree in math. fleeing to smyrnaland, there was open spaces but isolation, and this made me sad. my escape from the robot crackers that didn't want the train happened two years later, and the only thing i miss is the us cafe and its $5.00 burger special.i'm now somewhere very comfy between decaturland, east-atlantaland, downtownland, l5pland, and little buckhead. interpolate and you shall find me renting bad movies from videodrome, having myself a pint at el myr, and capping the night off with a grilled cheese sandwich and coffee at majestic. it's what i do.i graduated from georgia tech. my first job was with a bunch of liberals that didn't care what time i came into the office and i had really short hair. the next job was with a bunch of republicans who expected me there at 8 am and i hated my really long hair. now, i work for some crazy people writing loan origination software, and i'm considering shaving my head.i am continuing to destroy robots near and far, bringing forth the magma that they don't see coming (because it runs underfoot). i've taken to a more shamanistic approach to life, trying to fuse the anima into my collected works of fiction. the writing only becomes more severe, deeper, and insane with each iteration. writing is by and far the healthiest and most addictive vice i have.encounter me, and you're bound to find yourself throwing duplo blocks out of car windows and building ziggurats out of jheri curls.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

anarchists, madmen, the number 212, nihilists, a wireless signal inside my home, artists, the 80's, communists, split infinitives, sean baby, the gnomes, schizophrenics, socialists, conspiracy theorists, psychologists, agents of the unholy census bureau, an F (any of them), raskolnikov, the A* family of search algorithms, the shell command "sl", www.jodi.org, writers, shamans, icelandic women, mathematicians, the largest potato on earth, my tattoo, tom robbin's bastard daughter, bat-shit crazies

My Blog

danger

is it simply to wander aimlessly; thinking about them all constantly? an honest smile, arm in arm - we need to talk; i wish we could hang out longer - and all such promises seem to evaporate as ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 22:10:00 GMT

la vida

been ill for the past several days. recovery slow. but yondernating onto that plane of hope. i enjoy the magma and its ramifications. today and yesterday is restful recovery ni...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Jul 2006 19:33:00 GMT

blastula

sometimes, i wonder exactly what kind of story i wish to embody. do i stray from this relatively comfortable existence and compound onto myself risks and tragedies? what would be the gain?...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 19:00:00 GMT

distraught post-modern shaman

spinning. she may have read the story and liked it, but i'm not going to be published by these people. magic works because the charlatan uses indirection to distract the audience from the ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 13:11:00 GMT

the urban shaman strikes again

i've been busy messing up tiaras, and generally fucking with the restaurant reviews on the creativeloafing website. the distraught nature of the restless self manifested itself in the last hour ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 19:30:00 GMT

police state

it's a police state out there. i'm one lucky fool.
Posted by on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 13:20:00 GMT

emo time

i seriously doubt i'm going to make it until 30. i've been in a prison for the past seven years, slowly dying. steadily, i've been driving faster, more recklessly. i continue to drin...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 23:09:00 GMT

if you ever wondered...

simply put, destroying all robots is an art form. it's a way of conveying the truth onto autonomous units, in small but perceptible ways. i may be a charlatan, but perhaps in my wake som...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 17:40:00 GMT

finally

i went on a great date tonight. she didn't punch me. she didn't spill her drink on me. and she didn't even put out her cigarette on my arm. there's hope - there are some people...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 22:41:00 GMT

i lie

since all my friends seem to partition themselves into disparate enclosures, i feel obligated to reproduce here what i've written or discussed in person elsewhere, for those that may not be up on the ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 12:39:00 GMT