I tried very hard to just be a normal all American girl which is already not possible when you're from a mixed immigrant family and your male parent should have been a prize fighter in Asia Minor or somewhere....whatever....little did I know I had been inoculated with cuttle fish DNA from the time of my premature birth....yet, in a way, I always knew. I always knew I wasn't quite like the others. The gifted classes. Swimming lessons. Girl scouts...I had it all. Then at age 10 or so, we experienced the D.A.R.E. program, to prevent us from enjoying drug usage, and it was as though a fuse was lit in my brain....and I lit up. Up...I wanted it all...all...all. I did. I was scared. But I wanted it all. I was a loner and a stoner and the only person I knew listening to vinyl records and touching themselves while watching anime films involving girls with fantastic hair colors....But no! No! Fuck Middleschool....no one wanted to start a revolution. Yearbook staff taught me how to scam and falsify and minoritize in proportionate ways to maintain political balance...I made art no one liked. Then my dad died and I smoked cigarettes and stared at the moon. Then I smoked Hella Crack and still passed my AP exam. Then I stopped...and I haven't since 19. Without NA! Mwhahahhahhahahahhah...How can it be anonymous if I have to repeat my name over and over and over? What? Hi, I'm person X and I will permanently yoke myself to this undesireable behavior pattern....I mean its great, but so are certain narcotics if you take your vitamins and make prayers to the patron deity of whatever province they were grown in...I mean you should know if possible where it came from. That sounds nice anyways.....
What the fuck? I'm rambling? Dammniiit...It's South Florida and I'm Half Germanic...do you know horrible of a combination that can be? Half German and in a tropic zone? Ugh. That's a dangerous trip....everyones crazy here cuz the sun rots our brains....that it does...yes. I need to get away....
- Birthday
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Jan 28, 1986
(Age: 39)
- Location
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Fort Misery
- Favorite place
- Antiparos
- Occupation
- Scrapper Monk Wannabe Samurai lazy vigilante
- Preferred method(s) of travel
- I wish I had a donkey...like a nice one, I mean a kind one....they are very smart creatures donkeys...not asses at all, no
- Are you traveling now?
- Yes
- Spoken Languages
- Anglaise, Phony Romani, Turkce, 5 words in Arabic, Kurdish, uh
- Gender Identity
- Pangender
- Sexual Orientation(s)
- Asexual
- Preferred pronoun
- It
- Relationship status
- Open / Polyamorous
- Children
- No
- Pets
- A spider named Mish Mish....well...not a real spider, like a real fake spider, but with the kindest most compassionate eyes one has ever seen....but only two eyes...so not really like a spider, they also look like a spiny lobster, but a smooth one? a smooth spiny lobster?
- Drink
- Sometimes
- Smoke
- Sometimes
- Drugs
- Sometimes
- Political leanings
- Wrench in the Machinery Cengiz Khanner
- Skills
- yoga, qi gung, martial arts, sculpture, writing Non-Arabic words in Arabic script, mastery of chopsticks, enemas, foot reflexology, painting, confusing self and others in somewhat humorous manners, occassional ability to speak in tongues and see the future, possible shaman or just in denial of schizophrenia, possibly a degenerate reincarnation of a great tibetan yogi/ni or a mongolian war horse...oh and werewolfery...or pseudo werewolfery...what? uh...shut up...O and I like helping dying things die...mercifully...not hatefully...like this Iowan Cow who died in my arms once...I wet her tongue with milk for one last taste...a death doula maybe...for animals and homeless men o and funny accents, botanical and herbal knowledge, cookery, babbling about fake philosophy and poems sometimes happen from me too
- Instruments played
- bongos, chopsticks on surfaces, using nails to rhythmically "scratch" textured surfaces in manners resemblant of that which djs do...scratch smith djs that is...I don't know I just started doing it when i found myself in jail and it sounded neat....singing and making weird sounds...my vocal range has not been fully documented by even myself...sometimes I can chant prayers like an old tibetan man and squeel like a little boy...Tuvan throat singing? Uh I wish.
- Favorite curse word
- Coward! Pervert! Leotard! Swine! Shit-fucked-dog! You Ninnyjink Pongo! Neencompopos! Bullgogi! (also a term of great fondness) Bullswazzle! I make them up as I go...it gets ridiculous sometimes...Grievance is a good one...I shout Grievance sometimes with a closed fist cocked up. Grievance! Lord Grievance....I don't know...it sounds cool when I do it...well...only to me ...and then throwing things happens next. Throwing shoes is sound practice in many parts of Eurasia. I think its like a kind warning shot. If I were allowed to own a gun I would...but all I can do is throw an extra shoe...only had to once...
- Favorite websites
- wikipedia...um...I've been avoiding technology lately...can't think of nothing else