Small, sharp, and wren-like. Enjoys fiddling with words and smearing paint in bold, bright streaks across any given surface. Dreams constantly about ghosts and secret passages. Dances drunkenly to Stevie Wonder alone in the living room; sings with Joni Mitchell while washing dishes. Hits the high notes. Loves political theory and general pontification, but hates people who do nothing but pontificate. Loves the scents of paperback books and freshly clipped grass. Reads too far into everything. Has two broken bones and a left eye that has recently taken to twitching. Lives with an obsessive, spotty cattle dog and an indecisive Irishman, which is not unlike living with Wallace and Gromit, minus age.
reading: High Fidelity (Nick Hornby). When You Are Engulfed in Flames (David Sedaris). Just finished: Here They Come (Yannick Murphy). The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (Junot Diaz).
listening to: Sam Cooke, Burning Spear, Desmond Dekker and the Aces, The Martinis, early Stevie Wonder, The Innocence Mission.
artists, idols, resources, and other fantastical beasts
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Tee hee. I got me a daemon, too. I couldn't help myself
What'd you get? :)
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