if i had to do it all over again, it could be tough choosing between becoming an animal communicator, rogue espionage agent, or neo-shamanic lifestyle consultant. i'm scanning the horizon for a creativity vortex, to share the flow, shoot a film, re-invent scrabble, choose what color to paint the bathroom, slap me around(in a healthy metaphorical sense), and offer protection (of the massive attack variety).

i'd also like to establish an inter-connection between the intellectual and the physical. if i could compress grad school into a first date-matrix style, that would dramatically alter my appreciation of this activity. until then, we can ritually scan the masses of distorted thumbnails, compare textuality, and send out virtual teddy bears.

i'm a creative by birth and demeanor, and feel most comfortable surrounded by minds not limited to either hemisphere. it would be great if you shared that ability, were more intelligent than myself, were not irreparably damaged, and do not have a full body tattoo of a snake, satan, or a butterfly.

ultimately, i believe we're all looking for a gorgeous doppleganger.
if you feel the same, we should talk.

Chinatown or Culver city on Saturdays for drinks and gallery hopping
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isn't it profound how pheromones can in mere nanoseconds largely determine the range of narrative possibilities. I've valued the sensation of falling for someone over years, not heartbeats, that can occur, its often tricky to sustain. technology expands our social networking options, but often shortens the breath.