I am an... Eclectic visionary, apathetic realist, philosophical nutjob, ascetic aesthetic, verbophobic maniac, and a passionate dissociation specialist.
My favorite art form is Surrealism.
Gaia: joined in August of '03. This is not my first account. The first one can be found here.*
Oh! And by the by, so as to clarify and refute any ridiculous notions: I am female. I am straight. I have a mental disorder. I am white...well, off-white I guess. My Roman zodiac sign is Cancer under Gemini. My Chinese Zodiac is in the year of the female earth snake-on the day of the male wood tiger. As i see it, my Native American spirit guide, or spirit animal, is the Arctic or Polar fox. My philosophies, I need not list them here, tend toward misanthropic, militaristic, near-psychopathic objectiveness, an affinity with randomness and prenatal chaotic-ness, and sudden massive attacks by fluffy things and floof and basically just anything adorable and floofy and...not human.
Things I've forgotten...of little importance no doubt. You get enough of the idea to avoid making stupid assumptions. Or any assumptions at all as I happen to despise them and am highly likely to react violently toward any such thing.
Oh and I supposedly believe in Christ...but this is likely only because I have two older brothers that make Soviet Russia look like the Bahamas. Regardless, power to Catholicism for providing me with enough of a moral compass for me to exercise self-control (albeit hyperbolic at times due to displaced enthusiasm).
Meditative analysis of the Fallibility of Humanity, Act: III
Where I reinforce my apparent apathy with irreverent, unexplained sarcasm, a maze of near-unintelligible adverbs and adjectives, and a plethora of irrelevance, animosity, and complete disregard for any readers' sanity, self-esteem, or will to live.