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My blogs
| Gender | Male |
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| Industry | Chemicals |
| Occupation | occultist, poet, import-export |
| Links | Audio Clip |
| Introduction | In the name of Allah, who teaches with the pen: Whatever land I go to, I am always a foreigner. I am the perpetual tourist; the scumbag Sufi; the collector of divers and mysterious stories, books and artefacts; the stepper on toads I am the Taoist jihadi, the Kalashnikov Buddhist. Tell me who I am? Not Moses, not Pharaoh... I am no unbeliever, but I am not of the faithful... Tell me, oh tell me, wise man, I am who? I love plastic flowers. They never die and travel well, even stuffed into overpacked bags. |
| Interests | poetry, science, guerilla warfare, voluptuous young breasts and hips and lips, the accidental wisdom of schizophrenics |
| Favorite movies | Session 9, Performance, Night on Earth, Der Untergang, Fight Club |
| Favorite music | a special remix, of a rare bootleg, of an obscure track, created for that one time and place only, by my own deranged nervous system, encoded in the molecular howl of the speakers |
| Favorite books | Borges, Marquez, Pynchon, Vonnegut, Miller, blahdiblahetcetera, Shantaram, Cryptonomicon |
You get to ride the big roller coaster three times in a row. What will keep your dad from taking a bite out of your candy apple?
heavy machine-gun fire and air strikes. what a bizarre random question. it has oedipal overtones.