Born on the Year of the Snake. Married with two daughters. Type O negative. I Ching. Precariously happy. Illegible handwriting. Screen printer.
Underground. Favorite writer: Nietzsche. Twoeightoneeighttwosevenone. From the sewer capital of Metro Manila. Could occasionally snap out of chronic depression. Burnout. Worked as a PT&T courier. Will probably be dead by mid forties. Five ten. Broke. Flat Broke. A cryptic crap junkie. Smokes Camel. Not an unwilling poet. Last book read: Auto-da-fe by Elias Canetti. Long hair, short temper. 3rd INWW reject. Has few friends. Lots of ex-friends. Accepts glass etching jobs. Max & Zoey. Zeronineonesixsixtwoseventwofivetwotwo. Coffee. Lots of it. What the hell ever happened to Andreas Mattson? Three sisters. One half-brother. A hundred and nineteen pounds. Obstkuchen. Likes to dress down. Gambler. Insomiac. Major influence: Dostoevsky, Klee. Sinigang na Hipon. BA dropout. Grandfather died of lung cancer. Bosch, Piranesi, Turner, Ernst, Munch, Balthus, Schwitters, Bacon etc. Use to be a a hepcat. Still is. Miserable. Favorite quote: "All individuality is a mistake that death will correct." -Thomas Mann (Buddenbrook). Papier mache modeling. Also plaster of Paris, cement and terra cotta. Forte: abstraction. Got only four decent pairs of underwear. Wearing one now. Shutterhappy. Last book reread: Philosophies of India- Heinrich Zimmer. Hates Greene. Mother died ten years ago. Brain tumor. Published a poem in vernacular-SIM. Mountainbiking. Good listener. Shoplifts.
mightaswellshootme@lycos.com. Size eight and a half. A slob. Loathes Greene. Second Law of
Thermodynamics. designmafia. Boulez, Barbers, Stravinsky. Ex-user. Ex-Catholic. Ex-atheist.
Could use a break. Profound contempt of language. Should've been a painter. Or a sculptor. Maxx Honey-mansi. Somnio, ergo sum. Cogito interruptus. Lost a phrase. Gone. Nothing. Could be lying. No shit...