if you really need to know, im in my mid twenties (i think), and im glad breathing is a reflex / to define is to limit / no pasarán / mensch / zeitgeist / tagedieb / nachtschwärmer / traumtänzer / kuhschubser / auerbacher / drf knd / schwindigs rauschkind / eulenspiegel / sandlerkönig / professional napper / so schön verstrahlt / dönerspießschläfer / rural postmodern neo-deconstruktivist / 161 / 1312 / 301er / 1415 / es gibt kein monopol auf gewalt / oh well whatever nevermind / nachtschattengewächs / schimmerlos / hobs crk / hyperreal / sanguine vermillionaire / geisteskrass / bxly byte / hedonistisch veranlagt / hindd und foundd da ganze bua a depp / rascal / schelm / blaudrucker / sparifankler / dragon chaser / sapiens / scallywag / funky lil biped / voigas oida / what is dead may never die / je ne sais quoi / fighting the long defeat / im complete in my incompleteness, but that fails to address how much i detest my apparent stupidness / lemon stealing whore / like a dog chasing cars / polymath mit discalculie, poet mit leghastenie / wackelarmiger windhosenkamerad / flachzapfkopf / traumfänger / dont follow me im lost too / currently ziehing a wheelie over den zeitgeist / trespassers w. / diagnosed with cool guy syndrome / delicate, mad, or divine / me? im tight as fuck! / who the fuck is sarah tonin / playing the cards i was dealt / can not be killed in a way that matters / i must obey the inscrutable exhorations of my soul / haben wir noch pepps? / i have been described as: a curious fellow, very vertical, funky white boy living his best live, hozier but slightly more unhinged, stiller bergsee mit einer fliegerbombe drin, the only person who consumes enough caffeine to actually grow wings, the person most likely to lick poisonous frogs for fun / but now a great thing in the street seems any human nod where shift in strange democracy the million masks of god. / keeping it real / thats all you need to know about me, the rest is none of your business.
This morning I had the totally random and completely unsolicited realization that “Ghengis Khan” has the same number of syllables as “Stacey’s Mom”, and if I have to be cursed with this knowledge then so do you.
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
congratulations! you are the piss lord of shit mountain. thank u for hefting turds down the mountainside so that we, the proles, may feast on your bounteous craps
