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"I seem to have lost my knack for self-aggrandizement.
Color me bourgeois.
On the inside, I'm mordibdly obese.
I'm happy,..."
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Occupation:
Phrenologist
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Affiliations:
MENSA, The Mickey Mouse Club, NAMBLA (I'm just kidding)
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Hobbies and Interests:
Visual art, music, funny stuff, literature, magic, drama, SIMS, coincidence, puppets, photography, mechanics, the universe, wine, poverty, the human experience
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Favorite Books:
The Woman Warrior, The World According to Garp, Opening Skinner's Box, Empire Falls, Where the Sidewalk Ends, White Oleander, Comfort Woman, Confederacy of Dunces, Oh, fuck, I dunno
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Favorite Movies:
City of Lost Children, Magnolia, Betty Blue, Brazil, Run Lola Run, Requiem for a Dream, Pulp Fiction, XXX (hahahaha!! Kidding) Man Bites Dog, Baxter, Pi, Airplane, Spy Kids, and the list goes on and on and on
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Favorite Music:
Beastie Boys, Bjork, Violent Femmes, Radiohead, Ella Fitzgerald, Chet Baker, Missy Elliot everything except country, really. I do dig Hank Williams, though.
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Sopranos
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About Me:
I seem to have lost my knack for self-aggrandizement.
Color me bourgeois.
On the inside, I'm mordibdly obese.
I'm happy, though. Happy to be and to have.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Delriously mad passionate characters who can contain themselves long enough to have a croissant and a beer with me. No Cosa Nostra, please.
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Haley continues a radical and
comprehensive analysis of human nature
in a spectrum of possibilities of
existence. Present within her is a
remarkable combination of the insight of
the poet and the contemplation of the
philosopher.
In Vermont, Haley moves beyond anxiety
on the mental-emotional level to the
spiritual level, where - in contact with
the eternal - anxiety becomes despair.
Both anxiety and despair reflect the
misrelation that arises in the self when
the elements of the synthesis - the
infinite and the finite - do not come
into proper relation to each other.
Despair is a deeper expression for
anxiety and is a mark of the eternal,
which is intended to penetrate temporal
existence.
a talent for descriptive language. I
admire this about her very much. She's a
real witty turn-on, full of banter,
sweetest and strength.
that, there really isn't too much going
for her aside from her intelligence and
charm. Kinda pathetic, really. She
gave me a dress, a belt, and a tuxedo
jacket, all laced with ricin. But the
joke was really on her when I injected
her nipples with botox when she wasn't
looking.