Everything is my fault. I acknowledge this without shame and apologize in a way that is transparently false. I am a man of various peculiar proclivities. I want to meet people with functioning brains, but failing that I will settle for other electronic musicians, artists, writers, photographers, videographers, film makers, phrenologists, nihilists, iconoclasts, existentialists, semioticians, epistemologists, misanthropes, dadaists, lurkers, heretics, leftists and charlatans. If most people think that you are a little crazy or broken, I will probably like you. Several times a week I have an actual shouting argument with a program on the History Channel. It makes me less anxious when a person with whom I disagree makes a good point than when a person with whom I agree makes a bad one. I do not believe in anything, not even my own construct. I am in the process of stripping my life down to only music and things related to music. I am annoyed by stupidity. I spend a lot of time being annoyed, owing largely to the fact that I myself am stupid. I am not living a conventional life and have very little interest in people who are living conventional lives. The only things I find at all interesting about other people lie way down deep below the surface. but that does not make me incapable of appreciating an artfully contrived surface every now and again. I am destroying myself and enjoying it.
That's more than enough of me. Why don't you talk for a while?
If you could restrain yourself from using my "comments" section to blatantly advertise yourself, I would really appreciate it. I regret to say that I have had to remove some "friends" who were unable to exercise this restraint. It broke my heart. I wept and wept. I mean, here I thought we were friends and you added me because you found me witty or charming or perhaps even attractive (yeah, I know) and it turns out that you were just trying to shift some product or service. I have feelings, damn you. Okay, perhaps not, but still.
