Your typical black clad eccentric, stranded somewhere between Camus and Gary Larson. I am about 6'1", have curly hair and fail to be either ugly or gorgeous. I can be kind of British - I go from wry and unfailingly collected to punk rock in the space of a day, if need be. I'm something of an academic (read: nerd), and a bit rock n' roll, if by rock and roll you mean gloomy underground rock (I have had a mohawk and wouldn't be entirely averse to having another). I'm somewhat introverted and range between bored insolence and restless nervy-ness; plus a variety of more pleasant emotional states when needed. My hair is straight until it gets about "average" length, at which point it curls into some sort of viscous hedge. I play incomprehensible games with a pencil much of the time. I am prone to lurking. I do not think there is any inherent meaning to life, but that doesn't mean climbing a tree isn't fun.
I love animals and long walks on the beach, which isn't quite as romantic as it sounds, because I often hop off to dig up something slimy or prone to pinching.
I want my gravestone epitaph to say "what the hell was that all about?"
My username is a TS Eliot reference. I do in fact have the usual assortment of gooey stuff inside my body.
