I've got two miscreants (my sperm characters). I enjoy traveling to the Netherlands, taking mushrooms, stalking people in the woods at night, sycophantic freaks, people that are too pretentious to realize they're pretentious, and sifting through endless self-clumping cat litter profiles.
I'm looking for someone that can negotiate my psychotic realm, and maul my socks off. So if you want to churn our relationship into a tawdry e-Harmony commercial, don't let me know. You're all floating in a sea of regurgitated empty spiritual cliché containers.
