(neatness counts)
I'm a living breathing Paradox.
I am an idle worshipper.
I am a human being, who happens to be female, and between the ages of 18-21. I also happen to live in california, some where in the vacinity of L.A. I enjoy the arts, but of course none of that matters since, as i have earlier stated, i am human.
the last scion of wales
a columbine soliloquy
good question. my therapist will probably tell me. if i like who i
am and wan't to boast about it i'll be in touch.
I am a byproduct of genetic inbreeding which produced a superior new species (the 12 digits are a definite asset).
im a rollin stone, had to hold my own, so im on my throne/ hoes they wanna bone, gimme dome callin my mobile phone/ Tryin' to roll on chrome, let it be known i hit the microphone/ but im a skreet nygga its all real talk what i put in my songs/An' if i seen ya assed out i wouldnt front ya shit to put you on/Fuck splittin it 50/50 get down to the nitty gritty/ My heart cold cuz aint no love in the heart of the city/ But to my relatives and friends I can lend a helping hand/ Cross my fam I pop a man, got it on lock in this land/ Im tryin to live life, tryin to git right and keep my shit tight/
You'se tha bitch type, left me for dead up in that ditch, right/
And thats it for now.....
A confused visitor.
you don't know when you go,so you GO GO .go to the top
you don't know when you go,so you GO GO .go to the top
i haven't changed my underwear in days. i fear the odor is escaping the thin walls of my pantscrotch
I'm A Person whose Friends Say I Might Hav A Split Personality And I'm A Traveler And Adventurer
i am nobody
An observant nomad.
This suburban houswife from California.
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Class President, varsitiy cheerleader, and 4.0 gpa student.althaso verthegerreethegee fluthegent inthegen githegerbertehgerish. (also very fluent in gibberish) also espanol.
I am a faceless entry in a site I understand
little of ,who, none the less, is trying not to sound
pretentious and arty when that is obviously untrue.
as close as i can determine, i am a spirit form somehow enclosed in some bio-material which is warm and squishy and needs alot of maintenance.
a character foil for more charming characters
yes
A restless soul, pondering the silly and sublime with the same wonder
why should I care about this?
aliss
Currently a traveler, made of ever decaying matter and infinte energy.
I am a traveler in space. I am searching for something incomprehensible to give meaning to my time here.
a fish
I am a highly promiscuous hermaphrodite.
K
I am a grad student trying not to act like one.
the idea is god while creating god at the same time, silly goose face
i am me.
sorry thats not very specific
A neat younge wise
A poor sinister soul consumed by too much vision and not enough libations. An oil painting in a watercolour world.
on old friend of Billie Hoover
No one
I am a soul temporarily trapped in a meaningless materialistic existence that will one day end and result in true freedom
A devout lemon in the place of a sun.
i am a lowly civil servant with delusions of grandour
who are you?
I am the niece of uncle. i am the hostess of tea. i live in the Rose of Sharon compound somewhere east of Earpop, New Mexico. i am radiant. i am keen.
I am a playwright and Professor and (hand)phan of Artaud...(Neatness counts) (more than you think)
At this moment in some time I happen to be a crystaline form of pure energy, cruising around in a flesh roadster for an indeterminate, though exceptionally distinctive, amount of quantum time.
White, happy, sleepy, dead. Just a guy.
your worst enemy. or your new puppy.
I believe I am a robot, but sounds of disagreement contradict this belief.
I believe I am a robot, but sounds of disagreement contradict this belief.
i go to marksville hgogh school and i wan,t to be a nurse that take care of new borns you know that,s what i alway,s wanted to do.
my name is erica johnson
bye thanks
someone neither here nor there
There are no doors in this room.
gaurav
individual. the center of my being cannot waiver or be dislodged.
Another face in the crowd.
iam a line
an unconditional purpose, some mitigating circumstances, elixir of nullity and a programmatic failure..
Marshall Lentini ist tot.
I be Chi-bi.
Seriously? You shouldn't ask such questions. I am Camila's friend.
I am someone who loves. Shhh.
I am the first breath after the last, after the final one... I am the one that brings order to chaos and chaos to order. I am a surrealist...
jerry
cat, bird, noise, light, mass.
I AM ME!
(you are a queer)
kind of a jelloid when punched my excess jiggles in waves i come in all colours blue red green yellow and orange
i am a poet goddamnit & a collage artist. i am also paranoid & wish the previous millenium would just flush itself, now.
wandering lycanthrope of the nether wastes enjoying the succulent denizens of oasis and arroyo.
I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of girl.
Check out my un-finished site and find out!
http://www.angelfire.com/ultra/gonzofan/
Osiris the White
A newborn in robes and an inconvenient palace.
A small green beetle trapped in a drop of coffee at the bottom of a streofoam cup
I am a philosopher. I keep some of my musings in my online journal. Crimsonpickle/livejournal.com
An Unknown Agent
I am rarely tidy.
lick the knife
look its that crazy girl, RUN
an artist,but thats as far as i go.
weRhere&itis2bad4U
I am an arrow of longing for the farther shore.
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myself
who cares?
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nobody
The answer to that question depends on who you are and how you see me. How I am percieved will determine who I am until I work out how to perceive myself.
A robotic alien sock stuck in an inefficient, albeit attractive, hyooman body.
Count the neatness where it lies, typing correctly doesn't make much of a mess.
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I AM COUNT NEATNESS, RULER OF THE UNIVERSES, AND CONSULTANT TO DICTIONARY COMPILERS ACROSS THE UNIVERSE.
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(MR SENTIENT ALOOF, ALOOF FROM THE HUMDRUM SOCALLED HUMAN GLOBAL GANG
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PROFESSOR COVINGTON SUPREME RULER OF THE UNIVERSES
jo bob
i'm a human of some height and have a nodocord. i beleive that its the nodocord that makes me me who i am and is the starting point of all my great (and other discriptive adjetives) qualities. i am also someone who has just been wandering around an art block and picked up a book about surealism.
poyc23
I am 6 symbols representing a phrase that has no meaning other than one ascribed to it.
An organism in the cosmos
Not that sure, but try anyway.
softness in a glass jelly jar
who am i? I am the filler of random forms, who knows not where she comes from nor where she goes. All her life she searched for one thing.
Perhaps it would be easier if she always searched for the same thing.
But no. The thing changes like I do. Like you do.
Like we do.
But who are we?
I am the filler of forms. Random forms that one one will read.
Or maybe they will.
Surreal is real in a different state.
You cannot escape from reality. Easy come, easy go.
LIVE FOR THE MOMENT.
BE NO ONE.
BE EVERYONE.
Be hellish
Be angelic
do it all.
I'm a pretty boy with hair like jesus. And a libido like a crusifixion. (sorry i fucked it up last time.)
The Merry Prankster
Nino Toro
Would not you like to not know not? Well, I sleep after I eat if that's what you're looking for. Maybe this just is my kind of question. A man should be comfortable with his questions, eh? A.
Would not you like to not know not? Well, I sleep after I eat if that's what you're looking for. Maybe this just is my kind of question. A man should be comfortable with his questions, eh? A.
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someone else
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take a wild guess!
Gij Gothlow
A spiral without end.
fictional friction.
Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place well I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the side and I cried, cried, cried. The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion, get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stain picking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet. Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive ye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O my Claymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet. Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart that I would nay fall but as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?
Conan the Librarian
If I exist as the perception of others, it's not impossible to believe I don't exist at all. After all, if my clock ticks and I can't hear it, does it mean I don't exist, or is there no clock, and if I know I bought the clock, it must exist - so what would the clock's motive be, and if I ignored the clock - would it just be dragging me down to it's own level ? I am afraid to get rid of the clock in case I can still hear it ticking when it's gone.
Monsieur Moonbucket
I am your bestofthebest nightmare. Obviously.
You are what you is, and thats all you is, you is what you am, a cow dont make ham, you aint what you're not, so see what you got, you are what you is, and thats all it is. So given these words of Frank Zappa, I would have to say I is what I am.
I am the egg man.
Cute, cuddly, and such plentiful organs...
i am an angel to my parents,good lover 2 my friend and a sweet gal 2 my classmates
lily jean
you're momma
An Unknown Agent
(Neatness counts aside from the bin)
(johnoptional)
(the word of god\Neatness counts)
Jim Morrison, I told you. Don't you know who Jim Morrison was, uh... I mean, IS? Okay, I blew my cover. Look...,no, better yet, listen... I am a clown. I am a bodiless, needless, sexless soul.
I have been singled out. They ALL try and I make no effort. Refused all the benefits because the only reason I wanted a chance was so I could turn down the opportunity. They all found out and still know nothing. But living in the city I am told to accept this, so, of course I do not. The mob functions at an inferior level of consciousness so I negate my socialist teachings. I despise all liberals and all conservatives. The only perspective worth anything at all is that of the Poetic Genius, and that is locked down in isolation. There is nobody alive like me. I am friend of spirits. I erase myself and tear the paper(I use an old one) Finally, I am nothing and that's a really good start. They are right about me and wrong about me. Thatis who I am. Lucky one, huh?
Gaynor Evelyn Sweeney
Someone and anyone.
Clothing store manager and artist from Provincetown living winters currently in Lituahia
The voice in my mind tells me I am still the 19 year old in the photo.
The face in the mirror asks Who are You.
Well, I don't have my hair anymore. I'm not sure I'm sure. That is, I don't know yet -- I'm rarely positively certain about anything, you see -- but I don't think I now know precisely what stereotype I fit under. That is, how people perceive me...how I move through the world. Who I'm masquerading as, you know?
Or did you mean who am I, anyway?
You.
mew
i am mewers, the croquet champion
stupid jesse. i'm a person. a female. flightless hummingbirds are as tragic as a teenage girl with a juxtaposition of problematic ontologies. jee. i should pube-lish that.
Pillage Phreak; Sailing the NetSea, Looking for Cyber Castle's, Their Library's to Plunder
a loosely collected swarm of imperfect memories fastened to an irrational desire to exist
ego squid
a pale reflection of my inner self
I am a penguin farmer. A guy on a bus. A pain in the neck.
I am the one thing that went right today.
Im the dubious numerator
...the sweat stained mat where the 21st century fights amongst itselves
a plauge upon both of your houses.
I am noone, a menial servant of nothingness with no clear purpose or liklyhood of having one soon.
i could tell you but i dont want to. yet. who are you?
You should be asking yourself that question!
Neuroscientist with with a craving for spice. Actually, I am a cow who learned to type - hell of a pedicure!
Miopic(I have oil wells)
I can't write neatly...no one who is a true screed can.
a big mess up who manages to go unnoticed.
arrogantly me
It matters not who I think I am,what is more important to me is what others seem to think of who I am.........what I imagine the type of guy I am is also very unimportant...as I am here solely to confound and annoy all others.....to the best of my abilities.........I am also not going to ramble on and on about the type of guy I am,or think I am,or what not.....as I am getting more than slightly confused as it is......with all this hoo hah I am going on about.......
I am the one with the universe....remember the picture your mom used to show you,or the story your parents used to tell you about the "kid gone bad"...well,I was/am that kids' role model..............
normal human being
When I find out, you'll be the first to know.
death..... we all die, what are you going to do before you die?
Untidy.
d. karezza
Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Neatness. Fifty-three, I believe. Correct me if I am wrong.
I am sexy superstar Shaye St. John...you might have heard about me. You haven't?! Whats wrong with you? I live in a compound in southern california, The Funbubble is what i like to call it and if you ever visit you will too.
An Unknown Agent
I am the divine effulgence of the living god.
I am the colorless green dream.
I am the terror that flaps in the night.
I am on the Internet, therefore I am a dog.
Im a bunny. Dont ever ask me that again. If I have more to say on the subject I will.
Who am I...*sheesh*
Your going to get us both killed!!
The one and only Gary Wynn Kemper. Nothing more nothing less!
I am me as you are (s)he as we are all together
I am myself ten years from now.
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Outis Metis.
I want Orlene Baird.
SUr rEALISt, wANNA BEE? BZZZZZZZZZZ
meaghan
my melo is happynoodle, but my friends call me beatrice...or maybe not...but anyway, i am here because of a referral from a referral...maybe...i love max, i think
lover of all things hedgehog-like
An imaginary nebboosh who only dreams he's real.0
a little girl from austria. i like weird things from outer space crushing on my head...
freestone
i am a jandek fan
I rove, yet I haven't gone anywhere. I'm constantly in motion and stand perfectly still simultaneously. I adore. I despise. I cannot be. But I must be anyway. I cannot I can. Can, will, won't, don't can't.
Who, me?
Noone interesting.
Alpherat
I am me. Who wants to know?
I'm tired but not sleepy, which is a pain in the ass.
Fotschnod
I am only what would be considered. None other than.
(Besides that, I might not ACTUALLY be real.)
A waltz of mirrors
A dialogue in the void
the family poo
i am no one
what is it to you?
james
the morning AS historical reenactment
A psuedo dead elf banshee here to destroy all the stereotypical images of us
That's what I'm here to find out.
A slightly depressed,misanthropic, 40-year old, writer-type
someone that should be working right now instead of filling nonsense surveys
william woon
a small time person in a small time town with a dream in his head and a pen and paper
Resident Chaostician
Just another urban wolf...running in packs through the supermarkets, in the hope of tracking and bringing down a loaf of Wonder White.
I am the swirling motionless vapor rising out of the midnight flood
of irrational beliefs.
trapeze artist extrodinaire.
THE
Lostralian
I'm a highschool senior desperately avoiding my calculus homework.
just nobody
a student in cornwall and before u ask, no i dont have a brand new combine harvister and no i wont give you the key
Who am I? And what gives you the right to ask that? What do you mean? Do you mean, how do I compare the media-borne images you have of how things should be in your mind? Is this what you're asking me? Is this what you'd like to know? Because if so, I know someone named Captain Crunch's brother who could lobster you in a three halves, if that's possible! Well! Isn't it? And if it wasn't, then who are you to decide for the championship of spaghetti and well-dusted neat balls? You better lick yo'self.
a cool dude
I am currently an Art student at the Savannah College of Art and Design. My website: www.angelfire.com/film/junaglow
Optional. I was exceptional, but someone took exception to me. So I opted for options.
Im ME!
I am the sole survivor of the treachery known as New Mexico. 1.2 million people are starving in this God-forsaken hole, and all I ever hear about is land-stealing white men. Like anyone can own land. That's what they thought. They thought they were tricking us. And by us, I mean you. Or me. Or hell...I don't know. Either way, and pronounce that aye-THER, we're stuck here now. Boundaries, checker-board, and 15 million square miles of cowboy lonely.
shiny, smooth, and soft
david
I am everything you ever wanted
Q2
a simple construction
I'm a jet-fuel genius
I can solve the world's problems without even trying
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everybody
kinbote
why should i tell you?
not huh, not a boss
a highway chile
a pirate friend i once dreampt of whose obligatory shoulder-parrot squawked 'god is a cheesecake' to frighten enemies in battle.
a shadow amongst others.
only a composite energy being searching for that, the truest form of undeniable truth within the lies of contemporary society and human culture, through music and other so called arts. i am constantly expanding the periphery.
A male doing things I don't care about to make money I care even less about. I'd be going somewhere but forgot the directions.
the all singing, all dancing crap of the world?
i don't know
A glorified electrical signal making its way between the mirror that shadows your soul and the wave that crashes on the shore of my defenses every time you deny those purple, sticky impulses telling you to cock your eyebrow at the next stranger you see and go to bed with them.
Me.
I am a flounder of the mango shrubbery. I am the eternal foreskin of the militant feminist triangular. I am the many fans of tangible sex organ. I am the bacteria function green bedpan. I own the rights Marie Antoinette^Òs soul. I am the excretion of an obscure 12th century French writer^Òs hat. I am the voluble amphibolite of your frontal lobes. I am the spoonerisms of orgasmic pleasure. I am the ubiquitous enigma of the trout. I am the ever so pleasing chin of the hermaphroditical leopard. Helicopter Attack! Helicopter Attack! I am ignition key thruster mutation. I am of liquid water juice. I am what John Locke was but only when with fresh mounting ketchup. I am the amorphous man fetish. I am ochlocracy. May I have the most purple ignominy, to be indoctrinated in the great felicitous lore of who you are anyway?
Genetic heritage. Canadienne.
Fashion sense. None if any.
Mating practices. Lesbianism.
Never, never, never say that you love me. Eponine is mad.
MEEP!
I already told you
the strangest stranger in search of porpoise. a man of many women. yesterday i won a math debate. can you believe it? I really won a math debate!!!!
fan
A fan, in general
evil leprechaun masquerading as a house
carrie
I am a carrier of the world. Of other souls who need but do not ask of help. I am a servant who offers all that I can give. I am a friend to all those who deserve. I am an single person with beliefs, thoughts, actions totally unique from everyone else. I am an individual.
null
no one
I'm not.
that which is
El Gordo: self proclaimed avatar, son of the sun.
chris
A link between heaven and humans
My name is not an ption ad my parents didnt ask me
I am one.I am unique and there is none like me.No not one.I am created totally different.I may look like someone else but the difference is inside.My Mind,my Heart,and my Genetics are like none other so therfore I am ME. SHER
Generic female, generic elder Gen-X
Djuna
"I" is an other.
Someone arguing for 15 mins with his girl-friend refusing to be mentioned together with myself under your name.
i could be me. or you. but i'm not sure either way.
many times myself
a Civil Servant
The real question is: Am I dreaming of you, or are you dreaming of me?
(Neatness counts on it's fingers and is always a few cents off of
a true 440hz.)
a happy soul who likes dandelions.
superhot exploding hydrogen nuclei.i think therefore i am constantly on the verge of implosion.a poet without words who goes in search of a light
A random collection of particles likely to become unstable at any second.
the difference between me and a madman is that i know i am mad
The son of two factory workers. An excuse for love and other hopes.
I know go to school to learn how to become a walking charade.
You know that feeling you get, like you're being watched? That's me.
Nobody in particular
...A cow bent on world domination. Oh! And I want a poptart. That would be nice.
does it matter?
a psycho-clone pervert swashbuckler who enjoys deep funk
I am a meat popsicle.
I AM ME... cool isnt it
derek
you
I write on things.
What's in a Name ....a name's not always of our choosing
the culmative affects of thousands of souls in one who seeks to cause a brand new renaissance (a 17 year old boy who loves all forms of art)
I am woman, hear me roar.
*chirrrrrp...chirrrrrp*
*...chirrrrrrup...*
Okay, I'm all pajamas and runny mascara.
In all fairness, to figure that out, you'd have to ask everyone who even remotely knows me, add up their opinions, and divide by the number of people asked. You should probably get something like '12.07." Very good.
An Unknown Agent
A hazard to myself
I'm a musician from the northern hemisphere. My supplied email address does NOT work. I support complete freedom of mind and body and open rebellion against authority.
ARP (2)
Odd question. I just told you.
Confused friend trying to understand the paranoia that has gripped and terrorized her life - am I naive?
i am a figment,
i am a dream,
and not my own.
we are all habitually stranged alien
A R P
As explained. A R P. What a silly question.
Faced with the real threat
of having to summarize my existance
all I can do
is ponder
A failed cultural icon, adrift in the administrative realms of academe. A dreamer, a drunkard, a child.
Depends. Who are YOU anyways?
i am a girl from B.C canada, in college, party animal and
a lost cosmic star that onces floated around the constelation.
The openly-declared secret of the nightmare phalanx. I have burned my imagination at the stake of your spine, and the smoke intoxicates an entire hemisphere, sending a frenzy of doves into the maws of waiting serpents. Only thus can we adumbrate the future's love of our sublime detritus.
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I am one who wears the mask of a proto-artiste currently undergoing classical indoctrination.
I am a storyteller and a scientist.
jack ass
Pataphysician with his own dimension. Originator of franchise metamorphosis. Knows five or so words could be a "quantum language computer" through marriage of very simple mathematics and intuitive association.
counting neat little words
This is really good. i like this.
I am, I think...
An Unknown Agent
I am just another musician trying to make it in New York.
the one who is waiting for you my love.Neatness counts)
an astronaut from nevada
A bird apon a mantle, to sing and dance.
One who sits in the FATHER's lap,
learning about how all things came to be.
Someone who wishes he makes it all the
way back to be of service forever.
An Unknown Agent
one who needs no name
A bloke who doodles in Donegal.
Im just this guy, you know?
Im just a sweet transvestite, from transsexual, transilvania
I am everything, I could spend time labeling myself as "punk" or "hippy" or "deep" or any number of other things, but it would all amount to not being classifyable. Labels identify stuff in a hury, without actually looking at it closely.
Simply another link - a doorway, if you will - to the parts that we like the best. Remember that really funny part that you had to repeat to your friends in a loud voice while the music was playing too softly? We, the Creators, are doormen.
A criminal attorney who currently makes a living as a bureaucrat. A bureaucrat who sabotages the Bureau with my every gesture. A gesturer whose expressions are criminal. A criminal who is an attorney-at-law. The law is not a symbol. Symbols have power. I have no power. What do I have? (Extra points for correct guess.)
i am everyone and no one and the absence of the presence of darkness
constantly fluctuating subjective node intersecting infinite vectors of possability
A being/being kept/kept alive/alive alone/alone unwilling/unwilling sacrifice/sacrifice reality/reality being/dull (a)
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me
i am a beautiful girl lost in the woods
i am wrong
i am vera wang
yes i am
i am tall and neat and fruitful
i am shy to shine
i am who i am which is who i am when i am
and the curly, larry and moe
in the event of an event, i am not responsible
i am an underdog
i am a headstart
I am a contradictory, paranoid, neurotic whirlwind of a woman. I am a beauty, a devil, a whistle blower, a saint. I weld in high heels, drive a big, fast car and paint dirty pictures.
Mexican teen, will dabble for information, discordian & transhumanist. Spends far too much time on the internet for her own good and aspires world domination (part time).Is referring to herself in the 3rd person for some unidentified reason.
anne o'neame
wenn ich das nur wissen wuerde!
I am very busy making breakfast out of mud pies from the back yard,
I mix it with sticks. I eat it. It tastes good. I like mud pies, my
baby octopus in a jar, my flumpogus and it's hair balls. I like it when it makes that kkwwwoooououk noise when clearing it's throat and one of the hair balls comes loose and flies out of it's mouth. It makes me hungry for mud pies.
Pa Mama has asked that I her secretary make the following statement
and partial commentary....Mr Babies and bullets, the black van is still
parked outside next to the blue chevy. It is not made of rubber like
you said. So we have taken your marbles and hammer. What will be done
with them..will be stated below and considered art. Please note the
following disclaimer...this is not a 'work' of art. Please get your
van away from P.a. Mama as it is a threat to the cause and dangerously
close to headquarters. You must trust the Mama, keeping round the
clock watch and stalking her will be impossible as she is omni-present
and poten,t feel her words and actions, watching will only distance
you from the cause, the effect, and the deliverance of yourself to
the one
I am Dara
a boy. if i had a hammer. id hammer in the morning. id hammer in the evening and all through the night.
An Unknown Agent
I am an earthworm, I live underground and no one sees me ever
i believe, but rather have my doubts, that a winged lamb. i wanted to be pink, and i tried eating pink clouds, but no luck...
Pa Mama says, "I am here. I am number 3, I am your grandmother, I am
also numbers 1-2-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. Please prepare for the incoming-
transmission 014-999. transmitting....testing....123 testing 014-999"
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Ben
I hate my job.
Ian
I am.
I am the secretary for P.A.Mama. She is on leave right now with the
reason 'buying property in South America' and 'trying to contact Dr.
Leary's original ground control men' for her new movement. However this is a cover for the fact she is actually attempting to find purpose for her some of her functionless organs. One of which is the
part of her brain that will enable her to telepathically contact her
followers and discover the fifth element, be it body secretions or
ether, or it may be found in the new magic crystals that decorate
the new and exciting kitty litter. They seem to have some magical
properties if gazed upon for long periods of time, but the results are not back yet from the laboratory.
a dirty bird.. indicating a phobia of cleanliness, see paranoia below
A leader for the new movement, the new era, with lots of prunes to
help...and many followers searching for relief and finding it within
me. they decipher the secretly encrypted codes and learn...they become
warm and feel fuzzy, even tingly, and slightly excited....then
enlightened and relieved...please, join me....you are just what
P A Mama is looking for...
you can't escape yourself
qui suis-je?
d'où viens-je?
je suis Antonin Artaud
et que je le dise comme je sais le dire
immediatement
vous verrez mon corps actuel
voler en éclats
et se ramasser
sous dix mille aspects
notoires
un corps neuf
où vous ne pourrez plus jamais
m'oublier
o dark master overseeing annihilation,
hell though they be, thy names,
thy kingdom unfair and earthbound,
thy will paltry and shortsighted be,
on earth as it is in imagination.
you give us this day scarabs and oversights,
and give four times our debts
as we give unto you the interest.
fell us not in the dead forest,
but deliver us to mindless television,
for thine is the concrete, the 'lectric,
and all that will be destroyed by plants.
I am a boy and I like some music though I don't like all music.
gone
I am becoming
I am an upside-down apple turnover accidentally turned over and subsequently turned over to the authorities to upturn in their own turn in a relentless urge to learn.
raVen_image
I am you.
Stellar Ambassador.
Delusions of Grandeur.
Caving in, breaking down.
Doing the things I could do without.
Just some guy I picked up on the street.
Nobody yet, student
The prototype of the perfect consumer gone bad.
Sideshow Bob
I am a cynic, placed on this earth with the sole purpose to propagate DNA. How pathetic!
i am the red dagger that will cut a hole out of the heart of humanity, use its blood to paint my dream, and fill the resulting hole with my dream.
princess
if you knew, you wouldn't want to be my friend
Paulo de conleyo
a man who is of god and works in h.m. Prison ( a prison chaplain!)
a fauve tumbling of fact the
convenient theory
wild gnashing teeth
the acute edge of a turnip
just riding my spine
an electric arcsaw across the sky
it is a gate to the West
A self-loathing, introverted extrovert.
erica
a freak, yo!
I'M SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO EXERCIZE MY FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHT.
i am me. you are i. we are all one, we are all different.
I wish I could scribble... I wish I wasn't so self-centered...
the Undercover Artist Bureau
Stardust - we are all stardust
who am i? you starkle nay,
for sirly you do fur implore,
once godliness is blanked at bay,
identity is toothish chore.
An Unknown Agent
A very lonely person.
A stereotypical prototype of a transatlantic sausage.
An Unknown Agent
This is him
uni student
your best nightmare
I'm just a woman.
W-O-M-A-N
rhiannon
godhelpmeiammespatiallydeficientimmoralchristianslutforjusticepeacebeautyandtheamericanway. I LIKE A GOOD PAIR OF PRADA BOOTS NEATNESS COUNTS.
Mandi
Someone that none of you know and should be glad you dont!
what is a you?
I am a mindless drug-trafficker.
izzy
i'm a paranoid pansy in a potato patch... deal with it.
...so leave a message at the tone, and if i've found myself, she'll get back to you if she ever does.
the Dalai Lama and/or a real life representation of the bastardization of a brothers quay character and a fraggle.
shibby
Well, I'm sure not neat.
A bi-polar manic on SSI. Greatest of all possible writers.
"Crazy piece of shit." The Messiah. Just someone.
A student in a obscoue Lancashire University, Their is nothing else of any interest about me at all!
(mandy
just me the most loyal and honest person I know.
No one of any consequence...........
A self-absorbed misanthrope, kept alive by hardcore escapism, and absolute denial of reality. (Hey, it keeps me happy.)
person-being-bored-inside.
Neq The Sword
I am guy..
Setting up my financial and global empire
somone with pleanty to offer.
Who wan't to know.
How should I know? I'm not Me anymore. You took part in my creation, you should know.
An Unknown Agent
Why, I'm my state's resident idiot. Of course I pride myself on this.
As told by Realitié in Chrono Cross....
Who are you? Who am I? You're not me. I'm not you. I'm Reality. You are....
Frankly? None of your business. Although she has this habit of telling me who I am in bed. That's when it's better than sex - her one hand I mean.
An Unknown Agent
Mal
dizzy girl
Katie Joy
i am me
'I am' An Unknown Agent (Neatness counts)
I am a strange smart idiot
Little Nemo
A person of no importance. Just ask my (ex) boss.
I'm not strong enough to answer this question
why do you care?
I am NOT the mysterious W.H.
I am cat, or maybe Cat, and definitely nothing and everything.
I like to think of myself as an enigma but sadly I suspect I am neither inscrutable, nor mysterious.
Spidge
here===>Spidge
I`ve yet to decide.
An Unknown Agent
I am a university graduate with a steady well-paying job. I live on my own in a unique apartment that allow me to indulge my hobbies. I am single, but surrounded by friends. I am a dreamer and a schemer, not necesarily a doer. I am 24
Transcontinental-multinational expatriate in residence. Ruler of nothing and knower of even more.
An civil engineering major denying herself the pleasure of becoming an artist, because I like money, and I am the incarnation of Avida Dollars!!!
somebody special, but no concern of yours.
poet dancer world originter of rock and roll ballet graduate of isasora duncan school of dance at the bars and floors of the cabaret
the woman in the photpgraph of your piece no one sees the artist if she is a woman. Where did you get that picture its moi?
I like your website a lot. I do want to talk with you about you the picture. it an odd piece in an odd scenario. yours jeanie
Primativa
Don't you know? Well, I could easily be an invader from outer space,
come to kidnap and make love to your children. Or maybe I'm just another lonely vagina looking for a nice place to riot
An Unknown Agent
I am the sum of all my experiences. I am also unique, just like everyone else.
I have the answers to the questions you don't want to ask.
I know the truth that will shatter the illusion you call life.
I set people free from the Matrix.
I crush the bodies and spirits of my adversaries with glee and impunity.
I am the path into the jungle of the unknown.
I am the light that shines on the dark corners of your soul.
I am the revealer of things you don't wish to see.
I am the teller of tales best left untold.
I am the Light of Heaven and the Soil of Earth; God-in-Man; HU-man.
I am the biotic organism classified by the Leeuwenhook System as Kingdom
Mammal, species homo sapiens, of the Mountain geographic region of the
continent called North America, which is in the Northern and Western Hemispheres
of the planet called Earth, which is in the star system called Sol, which is in
the spiral galaxy called The Milky Way, which is part of the Singular Universe, which
originated at the will and direction of the Divine Spirit, the Source of All That Is.
"A mass of molecules, complexs, held together by terrifying impropabilities." Also perhaps one who mispells and leaves unidentified quotes. One of Rorty's ironists?
I´m not what I look like. A beggar, or simply a sucker. Just a virtual genocide artist. Pro-auto-mutilation. My despair it´s me. But anyway I think it likes me.. .or not.. really I don´t know. Perhaps, if I speak in my language this could gets clear as my sweet Love eyes. NOT help AT ALL.
I´m not what I look like. A beggar, or simply a sucker. Just a virtual genocide artist. Pro-auto-mutilation. My despair it´s me. But anyway I think it likes me.. .or not.. really I don´t know. Perhaps, if I speak in my language this could gets clear as my sweet Love eyes. NOT help AT ALL.
AeroMexico
Helpless romantic who wants to finish school and fly the world
along side my girlfriend Alma.
I'm a stong, confident, and intelligent person with no clue about life or the world, much less poetry.
im half pumpkin and half tuperware
Sarah Moberg
A freshman in college that can't wait for summer to come
I am a 19 year old trying to get through finals and my first year of college at St. Louis University.
I am a student @ St. Louis university
Erin Santarc
A 19 year old girl just trying to make a B in english!!!!
A very stressed college freshman in the week before finals!
AEIOU
I am a messy vowel movement. Wanna join? We can be on the consonant lookout for sometimes Y. Why? Because thats what Grammar said to do.
An Unknown Agent
An imposter eager to be caught
I was the one that wished to be cought, but now I'm not.
I am a post-structuralist philosopher. I will not try to match your razor sharp sarcasm in my replies.
Mandy, and 18, soon to be 19 year old female from Illinois.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag. actually I'm a septogenarian Forset Ranger.with a special interest in post-metaphysical debates.my uncle is a member of a Quenn tribute band.I stole Jacques Derrida's handbag.
Snow White and Blood Red
I am the whim of several billion cells to be me for a while.
I am the consciousness created by the junk that I have accrued.
All the fairy tales have been spun by my heart and stolen by my soul,
sliding on disaparate ladders to create a meagre creature.
I am snow white.
And yet I am blood red.
I'm the one and only danger for society...ME! The personification of anti-capitalistic sympathies. NO use for moralism, for Teletubbies and Furby and Bush should die...Big Bird Rulez!!!
You seem to know already, calling me by name and all.
A nosy spirit.
another pseudonym in the hat
An Unknown Agent
An imposter eager to be caught
An Unknown Agent
daniel liotti
Neatness counts the rings in a million felled trees to determine the age of enlightenment.
I am one effect in an infinite causal chain.
I am not you
An Unknown Agent
a nameless entity
Now that's an interesting question. I used to think I knew, but the more I know, the more I realize that I was wrong.
i'm not anyone, to you, so why bother to explain myself? i'll never meet you, so speculate.
Why do you want to know... (hopefully you're not conspiring... no wayl.. you can't be... oh well.) I love paranoia... I love this survey...
emz...
I am a person...
I am hallucinogenic. Wait, now I'm "clever." I MIGHT be getting my homework done. But probably waffle. Then the pancake said, what am I? Chopped tin? Tin when; Used Usenames and their unadopted passwords. Video Death takes us home, Press Start and Mach Go Go! Saphire's turrett's syndrome is getting contagious. Inocculate my rock n' roll. Jesus built my Hedgehog.
HUBERT ALBERT RITZAU - PHYSICIST
i wish i knew
I'm a nameless drone of the corporate world who is bent on world domination....and I want to have the number 42 eliminated...It's an evil number. I am also a snappy dresser.
Les Mouches
I'm the boogidy man. The fly in your soup, the soup in your fly.
I am the environmental terrorist, and I listen to the voices because
they seem to have some very compelling ideas.
I dont know exactly who I am, but i'm sure the others do. I've never met a man I didn't not ever go to wanna be a truster.
An Unknown Agent
BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO READ!
digital digeratti
I am the cannonball with rumors attached. I am the one everybody saw on the news. I have 97 muscles in my neck. I hang with the corpses.
Will I am. Will I was. Will I be?
http://www.geocities.com/wmtycho/
optional operator
wetware
... but only to 10, mudhead.
An overtired CS student who just spent four hours working on an assignment that isn't due for another nineteen hours.
I am a pair of jeans, and they are boots, and the boots just want to want more.
a Playwright
I am a sellout college graduate with an art degree that does nothing with it.
I am a misanthrope with highly social tendencies to hide my insecurity with myself.
I like music, though I hate commercial radio.
I am looking for enlightenment, please help.
i am the incarnation of a god i don't believe in
Will I am. Will I was. Will I be?
http://www.geocities.com/wmtycho/
deafboy
I'm the deaf boy in the blind man's parade, and tonight, I'll enjoy the silence.
I was born standin' up, and talkin' back.
My daddy was a green-eyed lumberjack...
I am once was, that is me.
Still figurin that one out.
A human trying being
She is a small spec of matter who thinks that she is open minded until she fights
everything around her. She gives out a helping hand but no one ever wants to hold it
when the work is through. She has goals for a future that might not exist, but it humors
her to punish herself everytime she ruins it. Scared and sick of being small.
A bored musician/
ontological anarchist, 3rd chapter
dork
rusting sympathetic also lightly machinery... poop.
Joshua the Nordic degenerate
I am apart of the bum crew
we are hopeless cattle farmers with few illusions
as to our worth...we live on the margins of this spirit world
without which what could I say? we do share round circles but you know where would I be without a milky substitution I just have to say Man Im not interested you know people like certain things but you know that don't mean they aren't angelic mobsters in the sheep herding night (pardon my refrence to an animal other than camel) but we are living this night as always with each ones lies and it contorts myself and I hate you all you blind bastards repent or you will burn in your own wicked vomit morbid fiend I don't live in a fancy house so what Im still a human being! you asshead look so I am not of noble blood does th at give you the right to put my seed down?? fuckhead you should not understand how a man can engage in a brief act of sexuall intercourse so don't make any compelling advances or I will shoot them down with my all seething eyes a market or your bum bum diddee god you purposeful mercinaries of doom
do you not feel the fire that will scorch the land of the meek so I disappear with my arms turning into water but still I must recall my fantasies of latino girls who I ordered
I am a 27 year old women,an only child of family, a sociologist, an anarchyst,a feminist,a pacificist activist, still a sociology MA student, a writer, bla bla bla
Stephanotis
I am the groovy cosmic love machine
the revelations of elemental the hat333 once there was this flying hat that crossed the world in a magic balloon and spoke to blue fish up in the clouds
so i said "to hell with it" and
went on
to live with porcine angels
Death
I am he who looks through the eye glass of the abyss.
one who loves and hates everything and everyone
An Unknown Agent
The Watcher
An Unknown Agent
Wouldn't you like to know?
An Unknown Agent
Take up a cup of water from the ocean and there I am
I AM TRAPPED INSIDE myself AND I Want to Get Away. My mind Longs for
freedom and the restricted lawlessness of rent to my mom.
a stentorian dog with 'alternative' tendencies and a liking for subtly textured paper
I am a student, sreving time for a degree in Computer Animation.
the answer is nanotechnology
I am as plastic wind is to my gutless refrigerator.
Boy, we're deep, aren't we!
I am a prospective art student who will change the world. I will tell reiterate to the "white man" that he cannot eat money. We will die without trees. I will show the False Christians that the rest of us have souls too.
An Unknown Agent
I am me, I am you, I am the voices in your head. I am light, I am darkness, I am everything you feel. I am that warm fuzzy feeling, I am that pain that can't hurt any more. I am real, I am imaginary, and I am everything in between. I am all of you, I am better than all of you. I am God, God of me.
I am me.
Charles Manson's evil twin
I am a bureaucrat working for an agency which promotes occupational health and safety. I do not know why such things are promoted or why I should participate in such a worthless undertaking.
I was first introduced to surrealism by my two devon rex cats, Red Rosa Luxemberg (or simply Rosa) and Charley Parker (a/k/a "Bird", because Charley likes to eat chicken and chicken ain't nothing but a bird).
I'm somebody with nothing better to do than fill out this survey.
A non-blokey blokey.
An Unknown Agent
Ghost 365 dotcom
I live in a small cottage by the ocean in Northwest Denmark with my widowed mother, a small cat, and a friendly child of unknown origin. Please continue your endeavors, for my mother looks forward to your updates as she passes the time before her death. The child, who we found near the freezing ocean, has surrealist tendencies, I believe, and I hope he will develop them as you all have so nicely. He too will soon be reading your website if I have anything to do with it. Thank you.
I am another faceless comment that YOU really could care less about.
I am a two year old, two tonne baby that spontaneously begins to dribble when my mouth opens. GAGA
Atilla
Proof that engineers should not be allowed to study history.
Peter Danger Gunn
i am myself and that's about it. except i am also portions of other people i know, people i don't know and people i admire.
One who knows!! :) :)
One who knows!! :) :)
One who Knows!! :>) :>)
charlierosewater
An Unknown Agent
aphroditee
Natural Wonder, to be acknowledged by the blood-lust masses. At times, I carry the diseases that plaque your world.
I am the itchy irritant on a daily basis. I am the vessal of infecton.
not of any consern
Does it really matter who I am?? Who are YOU anyhow??? Huh?? Huh??
I am not who I used to be.
I am not what you expect.
I am whatever will bring you the most pleasure.
nothing
Remy
I am me!
muralist,revolutionary poet,christ equivalant
the heaven that brings you to hell
wouldn't you like to know, WOULDN'T YOU!!
I wish I knew...I wish I didn't ever have to say "I wish"
I am the end, I am everything, that I feel. I am almost there
the window, everyone is words.
Sanna
sanna banana
An Unknown Agent
I am the embodiement of my hopes and dreams. I am the maker of my future and the sucsessor of my destiny.
An Unknown Agent
I am the embodiement of my hopes and dreams. I am the maker of my future and the sucsessor of my destiny.
I am
I am who I am
I'm the one you were looking for.
the rabbit
The moon rises as the ship sinks
2hmns1rmns
Born in Pemba Island on 16/07/1957, my query is I want to be doing my
own Business making lot of Money because Money is the future,you are
telling me how you can tell the future, telling you the fact the are
some people in this World they fore tell the future, can you believe
this .
When your Eisenhower doing today bed rock and rolaids spells a poopin.
I am a girl I am a very nice person how loves football and love
to do things.
Marvin
A lifeless mass of steaming, rancid flours.
a person, somewhat selfindulgent, but hurried
Is me is I I am. See?
Legion
We are Legion. Know us for who we are.
I am a graduate student at Indiana University pursuing my masters in Literature, Rhetoric and Creative Writing. Can you say Starving Artist Academic Geekazoid? :-)
Ex Machina
Where did you come from?
freak
Leftovers from the last paradigm shift.
An Unknown Agent
IT. Last time we played tag anyway... They were it until then.
I am a shiftless, greenish frying pan, looking
for a lover pancake in this obscenely, obliviuos
kitchen of life. At which time I shall go to clouds.
Susan Bowen
actress
most frequently only on the comode. A believer in the truth whenever I find an honest person. I once heard a rumor that there was a truth. I however have to find it!
someone, somewhere that could be your neighbor and you don't know....
well proboly not, but i scared you anyway right? ah no. oh well. i guess no pudding for me tonight...........
tanya
Some chick.
i am:
not 19 anymore
still writing bad poetry, but getting good at it
the new Idiot Emperor of the Sacred Land of Moustache
soon to be a bellboy
an athiest, pessimist, hippie, Heart of stone, Biker without a bike, Deathjunkie, living 4 the party, Lovin every woman I meet
A NIHILIST REJECTOR OF THE JEELY SACK CALLED HUMAN. MAKE NO BABIES LET THE WOLVES RECLAIM THEIR PLACE THIS ARROGANT SPECIES IS INTENT ON MAKING A GLOBAL SEWER. AT LEAST THE NEW INTERNET RICH HAVE HOUSES AS LARGE AS STORM SEWERS THEIR EMPTY LIVES CAN USE THE EXCITEMENT OF HAVING THE OVERFLOW PUMPED TO THEIR BOXES OF LARGESSE. TOTAL REJECTOR OF THE BULLSHIT CALLED CIVILIZATION AND ITS BULLSHIT FOUNDATIONS AND ALL THE BULLSHIT CALLED BELIEFS....IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S...BYE
a misanthropic, athiest, anti-pop anything, pessimistic, insomnaic, hippie, cold-hearted, deceitful, (but loving), etc. indicator
I'm the person answering this survey.
I'm an ex-uni student who is trying to work out what the bigger picture is all about - and having no idea why I studied the units I did !
Wella, I ama sparra and I speaka tha sparra language. Ora ina otha worda, I ama a sparrow. I liva abova Redwalla, abova tha Abbeya. I ama Warbeak, eggchick of Dunwing, niece of King Bull Sparra, whena King Bull die, I becoma queena. Thena I taka overa tha worlda!!! HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I work for a Birmingham-based theatre company. I write (amongst other things) I am currently using my dreams as the basis for a piece of art/fiction/theatre (who knows?) I am 31. I am a man.
a seeker
I am a student of English literature with a rather time-consuming role-playing hobby.
I like to cook and to eat.
Tragedy Anne
15 year old female, immortal living on the planet known as earth
The toothy center of fowl irony as it's lungs spill liquid granite
from it's all to full jowls. Of course this is all contingent on the
slow alteration of a woman's not-so-often worn gofer. Praise Zippy!
Better in butter slip-stepping in Cosby...
Peddling flesh on a mountain,
waving my hand at some children
We like our bread... at the circus
An Unknown Agent
Why do you want to know?
I am currently serving as the prime minister/diplomat of the planet Cusoxman. I plan to buy out Microsoft, and with that investment plan to take over the world. By 2005, I will be your MASTER.
An Unknown Agent
planet earth, man, you know... EARTH, man. mannnnn. just ducky
my purpose in life is to have no purpose
Well... I'm god
swing and swell
lou-lou
i'm just a page in your history (or in this case - a line)
i am the one who feels she fell. she felt she feels the fall on and on off and on again till darkness. i knew it was dark.
just a guy
An Unknown Agent
The biological experiment of one sperm cell and an egg. Consisting of two legs, two arms, 10 fingers, 10 toes, one head, two eyes, a brain, and a nose. I think I was a failure at the experiment and they turned me loose onto America..beware.
no one
An Unknown Agent
But can it count from one to three?
Who am I any way, from top to bottom, from left to write.
If I knew, it would not matter.
I, myself...mmmh...don't know
An Unknown Agent
A dude with the morals of a dog.
Paul
A guy
Artistic Director Crash and Burn Theatre company
Head of Drama Admiral Lord Nelson School
The author of www.mitcharf.com
A PIECE OF THE BLEEPIN ELECTRO-CHEMICAL CRAP GAME BEING PLAYED OUT OVER BILLIONS OF LIGHT YEARS AND BILLIONS OF DARK YEARS.
An Unknown Agent
someone who is not you
An alien.
If you can't be yourself, imitate someone else.
Steve Billingsworth
I am a stupid construction worker.
Who? Hoo? I'm sorry, I have to be looking at you when I tell you that, otherwise it really doesn't make sense. Gestures are involved. Lots. But do you care to know? Care for me to write it down, not even by my own hand, but by my own keys on my limerickey imac i'm the mack and i know that, the way i kick the rhymes some will call me a poet? I look like a GIRL. I throw like a GIRL, I do karate chops and put people in the hospital like a GOD DAMN GIRL. Angry, arrogant, quivering, sensitive, cute, doglike, mole like digging in the ground. Can you dig it?
Gecko
I'm glad you asked that.
No one. Just a lowly grad student. Someday I might be somebody though. Maybe.
Yet another resource-consuming, pollutant excreting humanoid trapped in the foul holding pen of secondary education. Once I graduate I will be entitled to thoughts and the identity they project.
I am a alcoholic musician trying to make a living in portland oregon
an angry angry sheep dog
I am pea pod, daughter of the green giant...I kind of frighten myself with my strange desires(to die by way of golden brick wrapped in lemon causing a fatal blow to the head) I like art and poetry and Im 17 and Very Canadian, eh.
M
One who knows the final score.
LEATHAL CARRRTAAAH.... Leathal to the laitehs!
I am a man with a lot to learn.
Me.
a magpie
i swear a lot. sometimes i swear to myself. sometimes i swear to god. sopmetimes he swears back. other than that i am just a man, a dirty man, but a man none the less.
An Unknown Agent
curtains always nymphéas
I am a shoeless elephant who used to have a pair of red elevator pumps until I stopped eating peanuts and switched to almonds.
n0-b0dy
Wabidoux(optional)
Zen Aesthetician, Preliminist-Practitioner and Pre-eminent Pubist par excellance!. Millenial-Quote:"GOD" is the shortest distance between zero & infinity...in either direction"....Alfred Jarry-PataPhysician
I am me
An Unknown Agent
poor Russian girl
a pilgrim of perdition, or a blackling monkey that is blue like an orange
An Unknown Agent
your art not art at all
my art is the correct one
you are always wrong
I am god
I have no ego
I'm a person that is really pissed because there's no John Philip Sousa essays on the net that don't $8.95...
I'm not quite sure, and that scares me. What would scare me more was if i knew exactly what i was.
"am i the man i would dream i would be if i were a boy dreaming of the man i would be?" by Javan, a very gifted poet if you've never heard of him.
An Unknown Agent
18 year old college drop out hounded by DWI conviction I got when I was still in High school.
Continuesly fucked in any given situation, and a pothead, not to mention quitting smoking cigarettes
White male and completely aware the anglo mafia is centered in D.C.
An observer, A dabbler
An Unknown Agent
I am Mallory. I was just floating through cyberspace when I came across this little diddy. You guys are batty.
Blah blah blah, so forth and sew on, dot dot dot.
I am a firewalker (water was getting boring.)
since entropy is inevitable we all become what we loathe.....
there may not be hope. but there just might be a small creature
crawling on your neck. get it off!
artist musician noise-ician ("human")-being extraordinare
An artist of all mediums, who presently teaches the insane to create art like objects.
A Cryptomorphic Animator doing Optikal-Acoustic Illustration for the REAL Conspiracy Corporation, and also tattooing taxidermed road-kills for the joy of people's disgust and outrage..
I am Hannah or Suatre or whatever. I draw and read and write until all the words and lines and stories come out my ears....
a crazy Alaskan
what the hell is it it to you? Why is it important? Why, is it important?
Lover of oranguitangs, sinfull begger, rampant burning disease
srdja celic
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BOOM BIM BAM BIM BAM BIM BOOM
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An Unknown Agent
why do you wish to know?
An Unknown Agent
I be yo mamma. Or a middle class white guy with delusions of grandeur. You pick.
Left & Right hemispheres have been fighting/fornicating,
combatting/copulating each other for decades. Small part
of my intellect is occasionally on loan to the Goliath of
the Military Industrial Complex for the detriment of our species, but
the short term gain of my evolutionary prospects (gene-pool and the like).
Currently witnessing the Genesis of a new art movement called
"Maximalism"(a term I coined, yet received no coinage for)...
I am vast. I contain multitudes. (Urrp.) Ahh, that's better.
A nameless entity, floating through space, searching for light.
An Unknown Agent
A friend
heather (adjective). like or similar in style and function to that which is heather.
heather (noun). one which is contrary in demeanor. slang= ice queen, bitch, passionate, fiery.
I'm am not a number. I am a dreamer and an idealist. Gifted with sharp wit.
just me, myself and i, ho ho hooo ho ho hooo ho ho, soul II soul, de la soul? i dunno, who was it? yeah i'm a polaroid of pretentious perfection
I'd have to disagree..........
Rubenesque academician seekes erudite intellectual for fun filled
evenings spent ridiculing popular culture and the redneck proletariat.
Mild elitism OK, HOWEVER, prefer intellectual superiority tempered
with humanitarian insights.
Must love dogs. SCA members receive special discount.
no drugs, no smoking. Must be gainfully employed.
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necessary and sufficient
Grunt
(Counts neatness)
Bishop
I am nobody, but they know that already
transgendered pagan artist witch. looking into surrealist methods for getting directly into my psyche
i go to an art highschool and i'm doing a project on surrealism. thought this site might be a good source for information. it is.
From not so far away... looking for the links towards good reading i am The Reader.
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Marianne, a young artist with dreams of international recognition.
A living nightmare, inhabiting a mortal vessel. You may call him Bob.
a pearl
a person
I'm am the Princess. I am the Passion. I am....the Paranoia!
myself
a faceless fish with a big smile.
nothing in particular- a monsoon. a haiku. a cigarette waiting to be lit. a dirty book? all of the above.
*sigh*
I'll spare you the ennui.
Tom
90% water, 10% love.
who wants to know?
I am the true Lord of the Dance. I like Yaffa and puppies.
psychosis. divine nectar.
a girl. >/>
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fishes! said "fee-shis!"
A graduate student covered in marvelous phantoms and carrying the melodies of jazz and poetry under a sheet that is my ghost.
jello
break me--i am too whole. the end.(Neatness counts)
It all began on a novembers night in 1980. My parents had been going at it like
donkeys for several hours. 4 weeks later, Mum discovered she was pregnant.
And so a legend was born...
I am what I am, which isn't too much, but people keep telling me I'm just a pseudo-something-else anyway.
I'm the girl of your dreams. Pouty lips, blonde hair.
I'm the girl of your dreams. Pouty lips, blonde hair.
wouldn't you like to know, or not. i'm a confused want-to-be actor who is hopped up on caffine. i'll leave the rest to the imagination
I'm just a regular guy.
when fate interferes with reality one mans determination can simply determine his fate. Too serious, for me you miniscule school of insane halibut wannabees
...ok well i'm sorry but i'm not that neat of a
person...everyone always seems to say that about the way i dress too
but it does not bother me....and tee hee! i'm on the phone and my
friend is spazzing at her family and she just said "international
gay night"
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Bored people in an institution from hell, watched over by the senior management team of evil.
I am the breath that gave life to man. . .
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I'm looking at a plant right now. Also, I want to have sex.
jamison sechser
jamison sechser, truman in the real life show
tom
find out
justbob
nt admin hacker (NOT cracker)
(the plastic clown
(Npoet ofeatnesssorts counewtothewebbs)& aband that plays very fkd improv & tript music/noise stuff also poems like "John Wayne is in my girlfriend's pussy"
je suis le mort noir. je ne viuex pas etre chatre, je suis un grande pomme de terre. mange poisson avec moi.
I am gay.
gianluca
a distributed chaotic amplifier (last time we checked)
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The dog who let's you out.
A writer influenced by the surrealists. Call me post modern or post post modern, modern posting moderin writing in strange spaces because of unpublishability of the words written while wondering where the world went without me. It's all Andre Breton's, Nietzsche's and de Sade's fault! I write from the pain of the zaqqum tree, that's me. Focusing fear and failure into flights of fancy masked by words.
i like you. i've had your page bookmarked for a while, and i've come and gone from the internet and this page is always here. i'm still amazed by your creativity and proficience with words. it's good to see atleast this spot on the internet isn't being wasted. yours, j.
The meat department is closed today. When I went to buy fish, the ladies underwear bloomed before the open ferris wheel. Instead of a mannikin, I bought a study in violet. Thereupon, I wet my pants and pulled three stars from the pocket of my Dockers khakis (see my ad in the latest Details magazine). The beginning of time was the slowest time of all. I am Christ's sword-bearer and am doomed to obscurity.
god
I am a part of a greater whole in which text cannot describe. I am thought.
i am the monster hiding under your bed...except a whole lot easier to look at...
I am $4.63 worth of molecular compounds (adjusted for inflation). My purpose for existence is unclear to me however I have the capacity to assist others in the aquisition of wealth. And I can procreate. (That doesn't narrow it down much, does it?)
A bored 12-year old male.
a punker from pittsburgh pa. i enjoy candlelit dinners, love movies, and long moonlit walks by the beach.
Im still looking for the answer to that...when i find out, ill tell the world or maybe not.
Just another person who's been here before.
A muppet made of treacle called lampshade in a darkend room of 5 people smoking Bowyers.
zum zum zum
i am king in the land of pennywhistles
well I could tell you but then I'd feel obligated to be some form of coherent and I *rilly* don't think either of us are
prepared for that kind of thing at *this* hour, and come to think of it what are you doing up so late, anyway? Don't
you have school tomorrow, young man? Wait, no, that's me. Wait, no, it's not. Were we talking about caffeine?
We should have been, or at least *I* should have been, since it *is* my monologue, after all. Not that I'm using
it very effectively, so maybe I'll let you borrow it for a while...just put it back when you're done...
Whee. I feel better now.
lost ambulator
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who am I can this be any neeter ?
eris
I'm a wooden doll and you're a fish.
A brilliant orange with a sky-blue backround.
The Most Beautiful Angel
I am Minerva, Roman Goddess of Wisdom, but my wisdom is not in words, it is intuition.
I am time. My life is everybody's. My time leaps and jumps the borders and the invisible walls that, I see.
strangely mortal and wishing
the girl you will never meet but always know....
I watch the world as much as I care, and express it if I can.
the son of Ken
a very angry squishy substance.
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Well, think of the absolute worst thing you can imagine.
Then multiply that by One million, and while you do that I will
just slip out of the room un-noticed.
Im a 16 year old student in a high school french class.
A pitiful minstrel maid
Enjoyed your site very much; I would like to add it as a link on mine at:
http://members.tripod.com/blypoet
no one really
I am: a happy, sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated grrrl with too much time on her hands. I am: someone who wanted to go to that damned a capella concert at Brown tonight, but didn't want to deal with getting there.
i am me and thus i shall remain until i cease to be me.
You don't need to know. but thanks for asking. :-)
I'm the doornob to a very large closet(I'm not being conceited, just honest)
; 1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4
neatness sings: "doop dee doo dee doo.... the sky is very blue"
neatness performs circumcisions : Boom chik-a Boom
neatness enjoys django reinhardt : Hmmm aww , ya!
neatness is being anthropomorphisized : oh no.
G-dspeed
yer mom
Alexis
I don't want to answer but what the hell! I'm a teen that is desperate to move out of her freakin house away from her parents
Um ok.....
A person that believes in self-defammation and cynicism wholeheartedly.
who wants to know?
I am not a follower of "world famous artist"
I would like to implore everyone to eat as many artichokes as is humanly possible. Why you ask? Because artichokes are very good for you. They are high in vitamins. A testimonial from my great Aunt Esther:
Aunt E: "Artichokes saved my life!! I was about to expire after a misdiagnosed liver ailment (lawsuit pending) when my fine, young, great nephew, here, shoved an uncooked artichoke into my mouth."
AMAN: "I didn't have time to cook it due to the urgency of the situation."
Aunt E: "Upon swallowing the artichoke......."
AMAN: "I had to shove her jaw up and down to make her chew due to the urgency of the situation. When I saw that this was not working, I dislodged the partially chewed pieces from her mouth and paused......As I glanced out the window of AE's 666th floor apartment I noticed a mother bird on her nest in a tree just outside the window feeding one of her youngins by chewing the meal and then regurgitating it into the youngins beak. Hmmmmmmmm........."
Aunt E: "LET ME TELL THE STORY, DAMNIT!!!!!!"
AMAN: "Sorry, Aunty E......"(whimper, whimper)
Aunt E: "the only thing I remember from the whole experience is coming to and having the terrible taste of vodka in my mouth."
AMAN: "That was to kill the germs, Aunty E!!!!!"
To answer your question in 2 words, I am: Artichoke Man
Um, starving college student.
The evil ferret of Mao Tse Tung
What the hell is this thing? This is gay. I want a woman.
hmmm, very difficult, will answer the way most might expect. an english major planning to attend antioch university for a masters in education. also planning to take over the world with a few well grounded friends.
A painter
No, it doesn't. But I'm in a nice mood today, so don't piss me off!
I'm me.
I'm the guy that we always made fun of and pointed at in the maternity ward, sometimes into the wee hours of the morning..... it was a shame about that nurse, wasn't it?
the one who carries the sperm of either the anti-christ or the new messiah in my loins, and I need a subject to test the theory
I wish I knew. Do you? Probably not.
sad,strange little man
lord of listen.to/taf, king high of the birdcage - location, undisclosed
your mother
a smelly girl
Just some guy.
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The problem with the world today.
it's not important so much
Just your ordinary citizen who has come to terms with his mental
illness. It is really quite simple. I merely project it all
onto those around me.
im nobody til somebody loves
girl
A leapord without skin
I'm the person that lives in the basement suite of that building over
there and watches you walk by. I see you but you can't see me. I have
your photo hanging on my wall. I know all about you.
Still trying to bust a rhyme in my own special way!!
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I am a human(or, atleast the last time I checked)
Pablo
I am me?
Who are you?
Your king
I have no idea
I am Bismark the Uban Forester,my world is the esplanade .I happily plant trees in awful areas because it allows me to witness the life cycle of something that normally outlives us.
I am me. What more do you need to know?
Just a mecho-techno-v1 with a 450mhz co-processor and wandering thru this web of existence looking for some blue chrome that will not rust.
Myth
I AM OZ...no, wait a minute...yep, that's me. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain...
Someone being bombarded.
i am a 68 year young chinese man who plays mozart and chopin / in the
morning i throw pails of cold water on my body before going to the
park with my mini-collie scherzo / there he sits waiting while i
perform an original form of movement and breath ritual / i go about
the city on a nishiki mountain bike / two evenings a week my group
kwoa [knights without armour' meet on a composite futon in a candlelit
room flanked by two grand pnos for meditative movement and asexual
massage exchange / in the morning, the merry go round again
I am who was formed from the combination of the collection of
experiences that have affected what is my mind throughout my life,
and the subsequent processing of said experiences through my mind
which was then altered by such experiences, as well as by genetic
"flaws" and certain types of high-energy radiation. Just who the
moose are you?
in search of the noble savage
his brain to mince and his soul
to ravage
Eman Rouy
An ass
I am the guy in the north stands with a beer and a blunt at every Bronco's home game.
R. Smith
Student.
your worst nightmare
a hookerhead bloat-a-thon, and don't try to call me homie or homes or homeboy or any derivative thereof.
some guy
Me? Well, ill try to explain...
Somebody, who by trying to lose atachment to useless impulses of his enviroment and whos trying to shut down the inner dialog.
That enough?
What a question! Who are you? Should I dust off my delusions of persicution and hide myself in a corner? Would you see me there?
Need youre love
Nad Suckmore
A computer nerd , with way too much time on his hands. Especially to be answering this survey.
I am somebody killing time at this damn website. Who are you? Does this have to be witty? I suffer from severe performance anxiety.
This is for all the beautiful babies. damnit, I think i need a more pseudo intellectual name. maybe reference to.... some famous surrealist guy! yeah!
no, really. you are beautiful.
an illusion
I am the one
The question is, really, who I am not.
Well, I am a person that just wants to marry someone rich so I do not have to do let's make a living thing. That way I can stay up late and work on my artwork and stuff. (Neatness counts)
Remember that fat girl on the corner?
that jellyfish with clear skin?
that rotting pumpkin aften Thanksgiving/Boxing Day?
That's me, re-membered.
Iam an personality type INTJ (you can find it at any Keirsey site) and am fond of educating myself. I tend to lean towards being a cynic because I don't believe just to believe. Oh yeah, and I HATE STUPID PEOPLE> IGNORANCE IS A PLAGUE THAT NEEDS BE VANQUISHED<
inigo montoya
sadie la babe
punky brewster
I was hoping that you'd tell me. Though if you did, I'd tell you to go to blazes.
I am your worst nightmare, if you are one of the 10 US citizens who
believes in free choice. If not, go boot yourself. And if you are
not one of any US citizens, please try again. ::PING!::
dt
1, 2, 3, 4 i am you and so much more
5, 6, 7, 8, i am all you love to hate
9, 10, 11, 12, into dada i chose to delve
I am one of many people of Hebrew heritage who like to smoke up and get down to the island beat music except I don't like reggae, I'm not Jewish, and I'm far from a junkie.
(naomi wilson)
god
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a clone
The Amalgamanians took out the venetian blinds last February forths so you must be hiding in that big lump of sheet unmade bed of mine. And, I'm not so sure that's a good idea.
The person watching you at your computer through the dusty
venetian blinds on the other side of
the rooom where you thought you were alone...
coralie
15 year old animal
no one of concequence
I am a good egg.
just some guy trying to find a way to express hisself in a world that is falling a part!
An office drone, a minor functionary in a souless bureaucracy,
a very bad poet, a worse painter, a pretty good prose writer, a really
great telephone voice.
Good question
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Someone who likes to talk about herself.
sweetness and light to many an eye, for eye am your I. dont peer at me if you dont snigger, my gelfling zealot.
this truly is something that can only be answered by myself, unto myself, using that little language in my head that only I speak, consisting mostly of blurry uncredible images and soundbytes of events and data that may not accurately reflect the truth
I am NOT a mushroom!
I am approxiamately one-five-billioneth of the global populace.
I exorcise the evil pestilence from the soles of our children's lost shoes.
I am the one standing in the corner, underneath the shadows.
I am the watcher, devouring images to be shuffled prior to regurgitation.
I wrap myself around the underbelly threads of reality, where the slime is thick.
I skate the edges of the disk of madness, where even the truly mad do not tread.
I am the alone one.
I am the everyone.
I am a pre-psychotic borderline paranoid schizophrenic.
I am not my DNA.
Neither am I my parents.
Everything that came before has resulted in me. Which makes me wonder if everything that came before would have bothered, knowing the final result.
I am the last True Believer, and therefore, the ultimate cynic.
I am a pretentious, overblown, longwinded, dull little man.
I am someone who answers in semi-complete sentences, and who. Trapped in a butterfly jar; surrounded by jellybeans...
Now for an analogy! salad dressing:sex::nailpolish:windows
Anyways, I don't have anything else to type, and because I am experiencing technical difficulties.
Does anyone want to discuss the foreign film, "The King of Hearts"? It probably was made in the 1960s and might star a man named Alan Bates. (I cannot recall the actor's name right now.) Let me know if you have any opinions about the film you want to share.
Me. Female. White. Brown hair. Blue eyes. 18. California. Umbrella.
an ether-sniffin' bleach blonde myopic lesbian.
As always, I never have seen any time that it hasn't. That is not to say.
plutolar
i am the reader of books to friends, even friends who have already bought the book because i'm reading too slowly, but they know what book i'm talking about baby, they know, and i'm gonna use that book
baby, use it for a onetimeusepad, not as safe but handy there to use
i am what i think i am therefor i think i am
pop culture pirate anarchist asslembager pomosexual
I am confused....i am dazed.....i am floating through conscienceness....i am lost....why are you asking me??....who are you?????
i am the multiplicatin tables done wrong
the sky in a lovely hue of yellow-orange edging its way to red-orange
the almost truth that persists in sitting humbly on the proverbial tip of the toungue
hermits delite in not seeing anyone
the dark side ofthe happiness we feel when we realize that:
an artist who speaks, speaks of sex, love, death, mystery and god.
i am a poet with no words.
a feminist bitch who claims to know nothing
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Bird
i am a child of the generation in which steel is warm and breast feeding is part of the adult syndrome, rather than the general theme of growth. i am a dark hearted little snot. i am a self hating mental cosmonaut. i am the dirt under the entire universes heel. i am a sweaty arm pitted man with a pot belly and a tie which reads galaxy number one. i hide the wolfman in my shirt, he keeps coming out my earrs and not laughing at my witticisms.
The Tolar of Turlington
I
AM THE
THE BRAND
NAME WHO
ARE YOU
?
raloT divaD
i am one person
i am all people
i am adam
i am eve
i am cain and abel
i am no prophet
i am instead a man
with a world of view
this is the time
and this is the record of the time
i am as digressive as life
and as tangible as death
i think therefore . . .
now there is an interesting notion
let me stick to what i know best
this is the time
and this is the record of the time.
A copy editor, a notawriter and an organisational in-house case. i'm
first up against the wall. i'm not a Promise Keeper. i'm done for the
day and in for the long haul. i'm little and delicious; i'm deployed
and contagious. i'm painting leaves on your walls and messing with
the settings on your window air conditioner. i'm the dream that didn't
happen; i'm one life too many and i'm loving every minute of it.
i serve The Morning.
david tolar
i am the creative force behind
the republican progressive dada party
i am the creative force behind
the creation of drivel
I am not anyway, so dont ask me who I am anyway.I am a mental conquistador
that is enough ,but not quite.I am amost dangerous toxin.A
poison of the mind and imagination.
I am not David Tolar
a rat invaded world
how am i supposed to know?
someone you don't know
I am who I am and I don't doubt it
You are who you are is what I know
Hearing all the words of many others
Does it make a difference when they're wrong?
A RAT INVADED WORLD
boredom is a dream bird. i am the pilot. making little or no noise. reality is a dream bird. i am the brand name. having little or no motion. discrepant intensifier dancing free: disturbingly peaceful, intensely restful, and abrasively soothing.
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a fish.
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A human being.
A guy who's afraid of tall buildings, cars and nearly all forms of art.
THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN
I am a fat Hawiian guy who knows karate.
I keep Mexicans under my bed, who write all my jokes for 10 cents an hour. I play with sock puppets in my closet, re-enacting social events that occured during the day, i.e. "Sorry I stepped on your new shoes!" which is the closest to socializing that I get, I suppose.
I am superman!
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Houdi Elbow
I am not anyway.
one of many sent here to observe this dimension
Wanna swap socks?47
I am the arbiter of trebelencephelography and otherwise, no I'm not what you.
I am me and that is it everyone else is full of shit
i am Teek
...a latter-day digital frontiersman, the last/first of the CyberCowboys, riding herd on the high weirdness streaming through the new collective unconcious known as the Web.
A semi-pro operator of manual earthmoving equipment to redistribute bovine excretions (Neatness counts!) Arecent student of Zen in the Art of Dada/Art of Dada in the Zen/Zen in the Dada of Art/
---searching for a surrealistic pillow woth wich to hit others on the head...
[...how was that? What do I win?]
I am a net sufer here for some fun!!
Electronically subdued Writer/Poet winter-thinker social-tinker
pseudo? jew do israelite
cheerleader cheerer soliloqouy
A 17 years old girl, from Haifa, Israel.
mrs. tuxedo-to-be... someday.
Uptown fryer on the spit of a township pornocopia. Left in the gutter burbling as vestigal nymphs spin their violet ion globes and light their cigarillos with my smoldering ego.
A guy stuck at home for the time being.
I am a Computer Artist,Multi-media Specialist! But I hate HTML :(
But I Love to Listen and Play Music:)
How can I answer that?
"I'm not the savior!!!" I said.
"Only the true savior would deny being the savior," they said.
"Then I AM the savior," I replied in frustration.
"He's the savior!" they shouted jubuliantly.
gezzika
i am me
A psudo-revelutionary (key word revel) who doesn't spend enough time on the net.
In the 'real' world, life continues to kick my ass. A student at U of A (figure which state...) yep Insanity
I am no the same Ratmoler Hamstak whose name pollutes these hallowed
pages. He is an impostor! Believe me, for God's sake beliEVE ME OR
ELSE IT'S ALL OVERRRRRR AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH MY PILLS DAMMIT WHERE
ARE MY OOoooohhhh aaaahhhhh thank you Doctor yes it's much prettier
now
Regressed poet/drone whose eyes were jimmied by Rimbaud to let in the interior light of all the others, and whose lips are sewed shut with swan gut and canna flowers. Please to communicate with this vessel (this impatient embolism on the dark skin of the late 20th); you seem like you want to chase down a limo full of crippled CEOs. Are you at all interested in seeing some of my work? Etc. Tenx...
three sceptres hanging from a mans beard
I am GOD!
I am Arturro Mendez, your God and Father.
The third of Saturn's rings. Or is it Neptune? I forget.......
That's a loaded question. It just took out half my room. Damned if
I know, anyways. After the incident. You remember. Back during the
war. The war to end all memory. Thank the gods for the transplant.
(Disarray estimates)
Paul
A small patch of brown liquid. Possibly prune juice or a splatter of industrial varnishing.
(Neatness counts but only on certain occassions the majority of life
is fast and messy like shooting stars and broken eggs) Who am I? Good
question. Does anyone really know who they are? YES. I am ME. I can't
be anyone else.
Some guy
AGTEW
Who am I? 'm not entirely sure, but I'll probably know by the end of the week. On the other hand, that's the same thing I've been saying to myself (and anyone who asks) since I was oild enough to concieve of an "end of the week." The statement does, of course, rpesume that I will have died by then. When pestered for a "real answer," I usually say "a happy eccentric," but that's hopelessly inaccurately.
i'm the Goddess of Disturbed Tranquility.
i am Emily Dickinson's lover.
i am a photograph of lucid obscenity.
a featherless biped.
a rural dweller with urban tastes.
a web surfer who prefers to make things by hand.
a typical late twentieth century bundle of contradictions.
If you want to know... look under your shoe...
it is a totally irrelevant thing to do... but hours of fun
I AM ME!
I AM ME!
I'm not particularly neat...however I am at work and bored right now.
who wants to know?
A depression on the ceiling
I am what you want me to be, I am here, I am nothing.
What more could you ask for? A little quiet time by the cove? I think not, we have flamingos to feed, and ditties of forbidden love to sing!
I am a thirteen year old with a lot of imagination.
A JERK
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sadie the biscuit
The one who pays for the idiots of my generations ills. The one who was shafted out of Semaine De Bonte.(Neatness counts backwards)
A voice embodied or disembodied. The clarity of soup. Ptarmigans in
the autumn, spitting exclamations like sand. The ocean, covered by
mountains. Silky cream harboring acid.
Uruboros
Yes, it does.
I am infinite.
Because you have died forever
like all of the dead of the earth, like all of the dead who are forgotten
in a heap of lifeless dogs.
Nobody knows you. No
Federico Garcia Lorca "Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias"
I am the eggman. Koo koo ka choo. I am the walrus.
I am what I am.
small egg iriwi
i a one of the normal people.
Head honcha at Visualchemy
Ricky
Violent, but desirable... like mild salsa.
human doing.
i make things
that i hope makes
some people think
its supposed to make
everyone think
but some people
dont think.
A circular articulation of former desires.
"...can ya hear can ya hear the thunder?" ?
Just me. Born London 1944.
Two children.
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(Neaness counts)
The only one who can save us all.
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I have two legs and two arms. I am named "foreign" in some lands.
far sighted & easily overwhelmed
What's this space for?
The problem here is there is and its not just me, its everyone, and i
WILL stress that my my my.
Some bastard's gonna gloss over this masterpiece like i did all the other
crap the other cunts left.
I am a meat body manifestation of the shishi.
A paranoid little man who thinks that simply stating my name may incriminate me. Shit I told you I'm a man, now you can eliminate 50% of the populous. You're probably outside my door right now aren't you? AAHHHHGGGG!!!!
MY mileage may already be a winter.
I'm rain, smouldering clocks, silent dialogue of both of these, smouldering clocks again, this and this and this rain
and also I am capital LETTERS, simmering needles
and mutilated waterfalls
A psychotic, angry, cute little lemming who is bent upon making all
barbers within the state of Arkansas seek out & destroy every living
elephant juggler(a dolphin that juggles elephants).
P.S.: My favorite TV commercials are Big Red gum & Zest soaps. I like
to torture helpless, purple, fat carrots on the full moon while I wear
nothing but a Boy Scout sock & my high school ring.
I am me.
(agent orange optional)
a retrofitted high spod inducer tracing out a line from here to hereafter here#
a leph key to bring in the sheeves those interminable shiva blend kona drinkers from beyond&
a sisi ret sdeafsdewf gftr sjfg kdgurkdoigj djkdhf ghgkytiuw wprjtsjfi dkjeure dd dejeyh euehw wjuey eue @
repeat all non original programming to seccure those who have thoughtlessly left theirs at home and will not eat my prunes with the rest of the group$
too languish buneeth yur twane at sumers setting seccured a flood of antidiluvian proportions, now,, crotch dripping to the wind i tut haplessly toeward ob livy on%
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An utterly brilliant conceptualization of the world of Breton, Tzara and friends.
Although I am loath to admit it cyberspace seems the ideal space outside of the mind for forums on surrealism to exist (or not exist).
one would be leader of a proevolutionary revolution....debased into petty(pretty?) art and strange writings on the wall.
But thats okay....the week of the pre-eschaton eschaton is close at hand...look out monkeys, cause the fish keep laughing...
A carbon based lifeform that wonders why in the fuck I should answer
this question considering that you are a bunch of insignificant
bastards that are doing nothing but spewing for a bunch of drivel.
I shlIM uhWhUT eIah ooOLaWEEZs WhU(i)Z, ieuhAN-D ohAlWAhZE
QuiLL (hhh) BE.
That one guy that makes your tupperware burp.
why do you want to know?
Magnetic dust mote navigating the cosmic currents.
doug jett-case sensitive
A youth of 19 who's thoughts are to fast to solidify.
i just can't seem to set up my jello stand.
I became addicted - by degrees - my self-image swinging wildly between consumate lectern jockey and tranquillised, unskilled imposter. Later I experienced genuine relief - as the walls of creeping credentialism closed in - that the show would soon be over, that I could take my busted, ransacked brain, my performing texts and tired body - somewhere else - maybe for the remainder of my working life.
Nothing and everything.
Same but always different.
Here but absolutely somewhere else.
I am a student. (forever)
I am on vacation.
M
A place you will wait for all your life.
If one follows a logical thought process when considering the statement
"What is, is, and what ain't, ain't.", then I am what I am, and that's all
what I yam and must therefore be Popeye the sailorman, I think. By the way,
who is you is?
A man. No, wait. I ate breakfast. I am a food processor. Or perhaps I am breakfast. I am the sum of my actions. I am a typist. Existence is my essence. What's for lunch? Is it authentic?
tammie
Don't tell anyone but pooky is not my real name. I am an artist, but
I am still evolving so I will not declare what camp I belong to. I am
becoming something beautiful and powerful; I know because, I can feel it
vibrating between my toes and under my tongue when I lie in bed at night.
Good question.
At the moment, an unemployed, slightly feminine oil rig worker. But that
is too banal. I am first and foremost a dreamer, turned on by escapist fantasies
(mostly my own) and dying to know what I am to become. Simple.
i "am" actually nothing. i do everything.
I am a cool macadamia on the tip of an ever increaseingly enlarging world that is only reveild to me ect ect.
AN ASPIRING ARTIST, AN AVID READER, A JOKELESS CLOWN, AND AMATUER PHILOSOPHER,
A STUDENT OF HUMAN NATURE AND TEACHER OF PAST MISTAKES, A DUNGEON MASTER
WITHOUT PLAYERS AND A POET WITHOUT AN AUDIENCE; A NEUROTIC MANIC-DEPRESSIVE
WITH EMPHASIS ON MANIC AND ONLY OCCASIONALL FORAYS INTO DEPRESSION; I'M
MARY AND JOSEPH'S OLDEST SON AND A READER OF AURAS. I AM.
Neatness: 1 .. 2 .. 3.. 4 ..
Disorder: Stop counting.. I'm tired of this
An Unknown Agent
Sarah's Grandmother
I live in the bulky shadow of feet marching backward. (forefront of history)
Dhoop wali. I eat joy and choke on adversity. But I like salted envy.
kath
meat animated by transmuted solar energy (a reverse alchemical processor whereby gold is turned into shit)
A low-pitched hi-IQed voice.
I've been asking myself that same question.
Still me after so many years. I thought I'd grown, but I was wrong.
I am some and nothing. Mostly nothing. For no questions I seem to have
the answer. Is anyone paying attention? Can you see me beyond the
curtain? Do I really need this? Do YOU really need this? LISTEN! I am
important, and I am an individual, yet I seem to project others from
my mouth. Is this who I am?
Who aren't I?
An Unknown Agent
A SIMPLE STUDENT
The Ancient Theorist
The Glass Eye of Sammy Davis Jr. meets the Wisconson University of Lawsonomy in the most brutal cage match you've ever seen.
Skybird
They say I'm paranoid but I "don't think so"! Everybody has some form
of escape and if yours doesn't fit the "norm" then you must be paranoid.
What a crock! I do believe I have to get my thoughts in order,in my brain,
and I have to keep producing enough energy to surround them, so that
you can't tell what I'm thinking. Sometimes the thoughts get out of
order, and if I don't hurry and get them organized again (with the right
amount of energy) then they are up for grabs. It is very important to
think about what your mouth is going to say, before you speak, because this
scrambles everything up, and then you know what's going on in my fucking
head. . .and maybe I don't want you to know before I do.
No it doesn't.
I am a self-destructing person. My hand up to my forehead with the stupidity in human nature and devolution.
The once and future editor of DaDaBaBy, a little regarded and easily forgotten irregular purveyor of anti-art and anti-poetry.
born again surrealist after backsliding into marriage and accountancy in a youth woefully lacking in dissipation.
An Unknown Agent
leylinewaveform
No I'm not Anyway. Someway, perhaps. Or even Noway
I am the brand new Jello flavor Ocelot-Armpit Twist,
whilst the space-bacon dispenses torque at random
intervals of a precise length.
I am many men who are familiar to cheese, whose
multi-faceted limbs are omnipresent somewhere else.
I Am, You Am, We All Am, for I Am
delroy thomas
i would describe myself as a post-neo-existentialist, with the
occasional hint of hyper-neo-post-realist-abstractionist-relativism
i can't tell enemy spies are watching
i am a paranoid freek.
Remember when you walked past somebody on the street and she looked so
familiar to you that the words "Hey, how's it going?" was on your lips
when POOF! they crossed over the line of your peripheral vision and
your brain never did tell you who that was? Well, it wasn't me.
hey!! i didn't even ask to be here!! you know, that fat little
lawngnome of a god wouldn't answer some easy questions!!! i'm
criminally insane--i don't know what *his* reason is for being
SO FUCKED UP!!
i am: disturbed. paranoid. obsessive. neurotic. manic-impressive.
lying. too quiet. too thoughtless. too inconsiderate. too macabre.
too pre-occupied with paltry details. being chased. being apprehended.
being laughed at. being hated. being ignored. being realised.
learning perfection.
Standard Feature
A figment of my imagination, or a grey parrot. I'm not sure.
Some punk kid with too much PC know how and enough spare time to take over the world.
I'm the guy sitting in front of his computer wondering why I am actually trying to explain myself to a faceless perversion of governmental origin. And I am not that guy... I'm over here.
(Neatness counts, but only in the use of atomic weapons) i am a pragmatic optimist with amazing artisic talent in the media of cockelburrs and used typing paper....i am still researching the fiber art impact of dog hair on fine and delicate washables. i am also a major contender for the US Olympic team specializing in fish puns. in reguard to your staff making unfounded assumptions about mating, fashion, ect......... you have no idea.............imagionation can only fail you.
Arthur "A" Blank, often known as "A. Blank", or, to his friends, "Null".
In the same peevish manner of the ass tree, we will all hug it, got me?
I am very and, like Dr. Reagan, very likeable.
C'est anhedonia,
c'est moi
c'est le estat, c'est polio.
Now listen: gently toss one cat in one pot plant,
and the other in another pot plant about 5
meters away. THAT WAY THEIR FREQUENCIES WON'T REACH.
I personally think pain is a memory of the soul, or the
soul is the nostalgia for pain, or something.
Also, I am stealing from my friends (a gerund).
Also, there, just past the pastel gates of iced tea,
a sky blue.
Brother, I hate poetry.
I am the head of john the Baptist
(Neatness doesn't always count) i am someone interested in standing on her head and trying to see Mabel Dodge.
"Sex is boring" - Michel Foucault
"Sex is boring" - Sid and Nancy
You do the math.
I am a person as much as you are (perhaps more).
I think robots are people too.
ebler tells you: tony is where you are. abla tells you: tony is two places, --the one you mention, and another one, across the sea.
A student of art-chitecture who is almost frustrated for not being able to understand the vaccuum of existence without the inteligence of being.
An Icarus without wings, willing to buy a flight ticket and fly till the sun (I wouldn't fall).
Somebody with no roots and no culture, internationalist, post-anarchist, I don't know what else.
Only who I need to be.
The most meaningful description I can give of myself, which would give
the most clue as to why I stumbled upon your site, is I am a human being
interested in Eschatology.
I am what I am because I can't be anything else.
Good question. I'm a chemist, a part-time philosopher, and a moody motherfucker. that look like car wrecks and photos of
NoMaD the Lost
I represent an obscure publication in Fort Collins Co. called "23"...i am visiting this sight with the intent to steal material for our own vile purposes...but i like you so i'll mention you....maybe...sweet water and light laughter...
An Unknown Agent
A man, a plan, Panama. I always hated those things.
I am the Grand Emperor of the IDIOT movement. A private movement in the
public toilet. So says eggfrith.
I am a crackbaby - born addicted to love; a junkie looking for a fix of the universal drug
i'm a sadomasochist pinko; a superpsycho pimp
i'm qualified for extinction - i live on the edge of states you could never understand
Baron saturday
jon ziemba
age: 19 (relatively) weight: 160 (only now) sex: Male: (somewhat regrettably)
Quote: "Hi. Howzitgoin?"
A student who knows nothing more than how to be just that (even
if [I'm] not quite so good at it anymore). A student who has an
apartment that smells of burnt rice. A student with no clean
underwear and a pile full of new used clothes.
Charlie Melvin
SaNiTy Is ThE pLaYgRoUnD fOr ThE UnImAgInAtIvE
An Unknown Agent
Kermit Castle
Aliss de Cent
who the hell are you, goddammit?
Some nutty guy who likes vinyl records, hates disingenuous whining and believes that everyone deserves a hand but not a hand-out. I wonder if all the clues of archaeology and evolution were not just a practical joke being played on us. I find it unlikely that we are the best thing to come down the pike smarts-wise in the universe, galaxy, solar system, on the planet or in my zip code. And if we are, that it is sad that we will get to run everything (fuck it up) soon. Lastly, I find it impossible to believe that a truly loving God would not share his/her/its face with all of us in ways accessible to us at different times. This makes the whole point of religions, especially the Big Half-Dozen, vying for converts from each other quite moot. The message is the message. And when did religion replace faith? Maybe more another time.
An Unknown Agent
i am nic king of my own subconciouse
An Unknown Agent
Charles Kinbote III
Author of the Newest Testament & owner of a small company called Neuronautic Supplies Unlimitted. Yes, I am a professional dreamer.
One who does not count neatness
I read some of those from before.
Now I'm not sure who I am anymore.
I thought I wasn't supposed to for a while.
Then I thought that I had simply forgot.
Then I thought that I was i.
Later I believed I was everything.
Then I was nothing.
Then I was everything and nothing.
Maybe I'm neither everything or nothing.
More likely a lost soul in a netherworld of pain.
Or a lost sitcom actor in the last episode of Twin Peaks.
I'm getting closer to the answer everyday, if it lies behind me.
Maybe if we all did a dance, just a little dance before we ot into the car...
Maybe if we all went to art school instead of college prep, we might know who we are...
If we don't want to get anywhere, just like what we hear when we're in route there.
The world will never be a perfect place and I don't care,
It's such great art to try and make it so...
And why am I here and where am I going ..~^~..And when is there
somewhere to be somebody anyway?
An Unknown Agent
the head of that demigog corporation that you should be afraid of.
i am the lizard laying on the rock warming in the sun
A voice in the vacuum butter replying to the harsh calls of the infinite with disdain for the tastelessnes of their place settings.
leave blank
recently back from the dead...
looking for a new leash on life...
some times i'm not so sure...
i think i'm in love...
although now it might be resentment...
some days aren't woth chewing through the leather restraints...
but tomorrow's another day...
Student in Houston,Texas
An Aztec Goddess and/or the creatrix of the universe, or a small yet complex, and still not-entirely-sure-of-its-own-existence entity.
I yam what I yam, I don't gave a speet about thees sheet,
and I'm bored for now...
I am not yet dead.
I am not yet part of a department of literature at Harvard.
I am not yet a cow.
some hideously histrionic chick who was fed too many books as a child.
John la Fournier
Department of Literature, Harvard University
Alone.
I am the crazy muther who knows all of you...and yr muthers.
An unknown in a small town in a dreary part of the tropical torpitudes. A frustrated artist who's work is ephemeral and exists only once, and that for an instant only. However, I am rather prolific. Blink and you miss it. Blink and you're dead.
A student at Villanova (Junior). American. G Bataille reader.
Philosohy major.
I try to be a human been,to enjoy the gifts given
to us: The Mind,the Colors,the Woman!
i am something when it matters and something when it doesn't matter, but all in all, i detest styrofoam. but polyurothanes are rubbers, therefore, being a polyurothane, i am a rubber.
I wish someone would tell me, for I do not know who "you" is.
If it is that you are referring that I am more than one,
how do you know that i am more than one? Are you guessing?
do you really know that I do not know what I am supposed to know?
An Unknown Agent
I am what I am
I create form in formless voids that maddeningly excorporate my work
by their very nature. I recognize that identifying myself as congruent
with my perceived purpose in an inscrutable and purposeless world is
an act of this nature.
(joan gosselin
I'm a body who want to liberate the fumes of madness this poor politicly correct world needs to free itself from the power of logic.I want access to my unconcious world so i could write consciously about the true inner world... And I'm not even sure I take myself seriously!!!
Cold cream jalopy; full mounting elegance and destroyer of zingers.
Appreciate and curdle the residence.
A cross party panel
Only the formless shadow of my true self...
he is somewhere waiting for me to find him...
perhaps he is hiding behind me?
Oh, btw, I am green.
"Thou art that" in the sanskrit,
or was it Popeye "I amsg what I amsg, Olive"
.the. is. that.am. be.
I smuggle
drugs
between European countries by means of the wheelarches of juggernaughts
perform circus
tricks for the less fortunate using 3 chainsaws and a shelf
produce lyrics to rave songs
;understand how to read the movement of the waves
selling timeshare flats to royal german in-breds and their halfsister-mothers-in-law who don't even offer us sugar cubes
.contemplation of the potential difference between a sheep drives me.
why? and what does this make me.
^¿
Extra-strength, new and improved. 25% extra, and 10% more.
Hello, this is Skeezer Meany, sorry you're not home right
now, I'll call back later.
beverly rae!!
love your net site or whatever this place is called.
virtual magazine.
really creative, fun
and i will come back for more and more!!!
i am a painter myself and this is a comfy place
for me. thanks... yummy yummy
me
I am the maker, designer, designer and tester of all things that everyone needs but not a single person has access to. eg. want to borrow my pen? No, you may not. Also I am tall.
no one important.
Haloo! Cubicle slave looking for relief.
Aries...undergrad...wanderer...tortured soul...
lover of beauty...thinker of thoughts
Bill
Bill,payment
Me. Who are you?
Australian Snowboarder. I came here for information for a surrealism
essay I'm doing for school at the moment. Not bad, I still don't know
what exactly this page has in it but I've bookmarked it and will check
it out.
I like to take up space and write things on pages so that
I can validate myself.
email me.....go on...
Who Knows, I certainly don't, I was sort of hoping you would telll me.
Squirrel
I am a little squirrel who knows how to use computers. My wife is much
larger than me, considering she is a horse. Our children are called
squorses.
Ineed Some Back Ground Please
A 500 foot tall midget with wings on my heels and a torch song in my heart
The internationally well-known (now dead) economist and philospher
who helped bring the idea of communism to this earth in all it's
glory. May the working people rise up and eliminate this planet from
the scourge of Capitalism and it's evils.
Just a bourgouise, frustrated tennis-shoe molester serving time in a
half-way house for Grecian Formula abusers for a crime I didn't commit
but wish I had(if I even had balls the size of mustard seeds and had
never dropped out of tire-recapping school, then I'd show 'em!)spending
endless dreary days watching the toilet refill and trying to talk like
Alex Trebeck, knowing that one day they'll make a mistake and bring me
white toast instead of an English muffin and then watch out! Those
bastards at Baskin Robbins and NBC and Sears are going to rue the day
they said "No, thanks. We already have a CEO." You'll see, punks!!
To be or not to be - I really want to try both and choose the one I like
A concerned scholar
A highly sophisticated machine of extraordinary power.
Kaos
a whisper with post-relativistic tendencies
and a nifty motor-scooter.
(maybe you'll know the true answer someday -
no one wants a predictable life.)
she strikes at the moment you least expect and most fear!
well see i'm a sculptor, yes, yes, a sculptor. Soft. Also some hard. I work in stitches. also publish a weasly little local rag of visual art reviews etc. for local community, for meatspace only - not for cyber.
I'm a victim of self inflicted insanity.
Joe Blow
a boob
I am, I think.
Bumblebee
But you already know that don't you?
I am the best mind of my generation,
destroyed by madness; starving, hysterical, naked.
throwing mashed potatoes at the computer screen
i can't say that i am. that is, i am not self-identical.
you
boo
I am the Anti-Christ!(Neatness counts)
Andrew's friend
Just a normal American 14 year old guy who wants to go to Canada with Andrew's family
Andrew, son of my dad.
A comepletely normal Candian gentleman age 14.
A compulsive hyperlink clicker, how did I end up here anyway?
I am difficult to describe. Words slip, slide, decay and, of course,
(Neatness counts)!
It does? That's good, as I can't. Well, not past a certain point.
I don't believe you need to know how far. Not just yet. Maybe later.
(No, I don't have a mint, you scurrilous scoundrel.Shoo!)
Anyway, back to business. I am me, you, him, her mother's butcher,
baker candlestick faker.
I eat Bears, chew the heads off very small babies, can spit tobacco
for three miles (or would be able to if a: I chewed tobacco, and
b: hadn't sewn my lips together last night in protest.) and totally
despise everything which I hold dear.
Who are you?
contradictions
The who and the what of me seem to have little if any significance!
The where the why and the when of me seem to have even less than the
little significance mentioned above. If I am ever going to make a
difference in the life of the Universe it will take an effort far
beyond Herculian-strength, for I must alter the course of ill-fated
stars in order to gain some consideration for my "Self!" What do I
mean by that, you fail to ask(?). Simple! When I first heard the
Koan: "He who knows does not say. He who says does not know." My
immediate response was: "Who said that?"
Over decades of time I have observed the on-going alienation of my
"Self" from human-unkind!
Like Whitman, I think I could trun and live with animals, too; but,
beastiality is a crime....even so, seldom do animals smile in your
face and stab you in the back from behind a persona of mascara and
lip-rouge and 36B-cups and the feigning of being helpless and weak
and "harmless" as they appeal to the Knight In Shining Armor pussy-
whipped golems...you see, what our species fails to recognize is that
those who are doing the pussy-whipping are also being whipped by their
own pussies too! Who is at fault!???? We are! The weakspined --
pusilanimous -- assholes who lack the strength and the testicualr
fortitude to just turn away from the maked-thieves wafting their
"consumerism is patriotism and lets incubate some responsibilty in
my womb and destroy oneanother and our progeny with the resentment
born out of our having abandoned our hopes and dreams of Self- Real-
ization in thinking that those dreams could be adequately and equally
replaced and fulfilled by breeding in captivity according to the laws
and customs of our times!" So, the nurturing pap has become a brew
of despair and hopelessness crammed down the gullets of a hapless
youth who act out their psychopathology through a Thanatos-of-drive-
by-shootings and "dissin'" any and all since nothing has any solid
and endurable "quality" save the pleasure to be derived form this
nano-second in time and space as they live out a lifeless futility!
Hey, now....this is not a gender bashing!!!!! This is NOT a gender
BASHING! It is a species specific feedback from an artist-person
who knows what it means to be alienated and whose only recourse has
been to discover for himself values which are beyond the material
and beyond the momentary comfort of the "Bartholian gland exudate
warmth and comfort of the Vulvas of the world!"
I'm too old to be concerned or even care about whether or not the
femes are fatale or not -- Bathsheba on a rooftop in her tub turned
the course of history and maybe even shifted a star to appear over
the "little town of Bethelehm" ....she looked so lovely in the twi-
light of the day!
I am a sweet loney woman who needs a big burly man in my life.
all being master of time, space and dimension(in my own little world)
I am a student of the Oberlin Conservatory of Music. My major is Composition. My interests include dance, poetry, and art.
I like experimental artforms and dada stuff.
I am just another word junkie, running ragged circles, pretending not to feel the pain, while all along my greatest fear is that one day I really won't.
I am the lioness sitting guard outside the doors of your sanity.
I am myself and to try to narrow or broaden the
description only invalidates my own existence as an individual
let me just say that who I am is one thing
that was asked in the very first comic book I ever stole from
the corner drugstore when I was a kid coming home from Parochial
School
Another Face in the Crowd at Indiana University studying Journalism
steve
I'm a normal drug user, that has two businesses I get bored and go on-line
That's hard; I'm still trying to find out who I am _anywhere_. I like coffee, tho'. A lot.
self-made kahuna in training
An Unknown Agent
A writer & artist in embryo studying the effects of procrastination prior to writing the Great American Soundbite.
A teacher, photographer, artist, and best of all; an open mind.(Neatness counts)
I am not a woman. I do not live at the bus station. Because it is has been so long, I am not a child. There are no fogs in
my house, and therefore, I do not live in Minnesota.
thou shalt not play with thine excrement
dr f. mullikin
suzasuza is a duza, often a luza but likes to cruza d'net; she lika dis site and lives a surreal existence in her stealth machine.(Neatness counts)
A Thelemic, polyamorous, psychedelic, exquisite initiate of the Rite of Nysa.
"I am like the little red dog that sitteth upon the knees of the Unknown."
One who is 1 who is! I am and I can prove it! In a on a through a over and under 12 gauge sawed off scatter shot. Did I miss miss? I'll try again! I am not you but i am somebody who doesn't.
let me begin until it ends, waiting still, you know when sometimes.... yes, you do. there is telephones and there is people to pick them up there are train stations and there are people to be in anticipation. there are statues with lips and there is lipstick. there is paper and people to deny.
mike wenzel
a woman/girl intrigued
An Unknown Agent
I'm just this guy you know. I don't wear suspenders and am very much aware
of the secret furitive movements occuring in the darkness of my home town.
i'm just this guy who's eighteen in french class reasearching surrealism and bored off my ass
i like your page a lot . i think that it's neat.
An Unknown Agent
I'm the person who lives in your mirror.
who am I? I'm just another guy in this mass of faces we try to pass
off for anything but anarchy.
An Unknown Agent
(Neatness counts)
I am...what an interesting question...and what is more..this is one
that has a fairly clear answer. dont act so damned suprised. you knew
that eventually you would attract my attention. on this plane they call me CHARD.
they are very kind in doing so. i was raised in the post apocolyptic
future by an electric monk and a diesel powered nun. i came back. i am.
i exist solely as an improvability nexus,a conglomeration of mass hallucenations
produced by the group Mind as a social vent for the fury of creation.
forgive me lord,for i know exactly what i do.
I am nothing but these pulses of electricity. I exist only in these wires
and in the back streets of you subconcious. I am.
me
(The)Dewar Walls
I am you and you are me.
If we ignored the insulators,
we'd be one.
I am GIDEON...
A complete freak
John says "who the fuck knows and who the fuck cares?" Of course, I must make a living at answering this question for myself and others. John does not. He is just a capitalist pig, anyway, so who cares what he thinks. He rants and I recant. I (pseudoannie) have been reading Daumal, de Nerval, Breton and endless other French existential writers. I have only recently been turned on to dadaism. I am working on a doctorate in something else altogether. I really like your site!
What it is is likely.
I am a vapor of fog sometimes known to drift through
the orfices of strange visitors.
el
e=mc^2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i am can't able to tell that not knowing myself r something
An Unknown Agent
Who are you?
A Northern tiagaweb herbivore with carnivorous habits.
Laborer, delivery driver, etc... at a
wholesale meat market.
I am the destruction of all humanity. I am your fate. Die by my hand
or die by your own. It matters not to me. Nothing matters anymore.
The end has come. Crawl to your master and scream from the pain.
I am an egg, divided by 13, times the square root of glass, plus nothing, minus a head. Negative zero, zoom zip. (letters and words and numbers and functions {I hate math}) You dig? Good, I thinked you willed. (plus minus) electric void, digital nothing, that is I am, diggity split, revolving door. And I'll just keep on typing till I get tired of it, so who knows when thi (fooled you, I'm not done ye) Now I'm finished. Or not. Yes. (no) (liar) (ha!) ((please deposit an additional 20 sense)
a victim of random hostility,speechless before the awesome silent egg
i asked you first.
None of your damn business
MUFASA66
Late at night i can still smell the jungle here
in the gulag. i don't think the jungle wanted me or revered me not
like the big screen does. I could be a whole new corridor, or maybe
more of an elevator, that doesn't go all the way to the top. As
this piss-drunk world tips off axis, my only consolation lies in
good red wine, strong coffee, cigarettes, and the love of a beautiful
woman.
Fan of Rimbaud, rotting camembert and the occasional harp. Also Goudi.
The adhesive fairy, I spread sticky glue products to all the good little boys and girls in the world.
just a blob of tissue, sitting before the magic, rectangular picture box, pushing on little squares neatly arranged before me. Wow! I push here and they show up there.....
All the clouds turn to words
All the words float in sequence
No one knows what that mean
Everyone just ignores them
B.E.
Who's Asking?
jim clancy
god
vanny
Who are we anyway?
complicated white figers of fractal designs developing on the
neck of a sea turtle somewhere gradually push her head further
and further to one side until her mouth is forced against her
shell and all she can taste is herself and she dies and floats
to the surface where black flying things lay eggs in the
white bloated mass that killed her so we have a better
detergent.
I am not who you think I am.
A bit nosy aren't we?
I mostly occupy myself by terrorizing the unheathen
inhabitants of the lands outside the vortex, but in my spare time
I study French and Wickerwork
Queen of the living dead; a handy seamstress; CEO of RJ Reynolds
Why?
I am
I often wonder
An Unknown Agent
this guy
An Unknown Agent
?
I don't know who I am. Who the hell are you?
i am a gorgeous blond who cannot spell worth shit. i am also a high school student that is happily trying to make my way out of this one horse town (as you can see my life is more than a little cliche). i write eat sleep talk don't have sex take prozac and tegratol, this accounts for the happiness, and so on...
Swinger, citizen of the Cocktail Nation
Graphic designer by trade/Artist by nature
jeff
when neatness counts it needs to use its fingers and toes because of
faulty remedial training. I count on neatness to match the cleanlyness
of my sasquatch internship at university of roboticstudents.
the vegetable trance is a step forward cleaver. he left june and the
beaver behind and walked twards finality.
i am the solitary human form, i scratch the itch that scratches
open to the transient leper blood of society
i am the glass monitor of your life
i watch you and i watch your wife
you type commands you think i follow
i could ruin you if i crash tommorrow
i view the world from the other side
from my fused eye you cannot hide
Rhiannon
I wish I knew.
I install house siding. Others do the tops and bottoms. Somewhat guitar player, somewhat game player, somewhat ... . A good parent whose children have achieved responsible adulthood. Alone but not often lonely. Earnest. Righthanded. Liberal in the only sense of the word.(Neatness counts)
Grace
A student
Sitting here thinking profound thoughts while Mona and Bug
strare me down..stress me out
stress killer on the loose!
DaDadAdADADA
Who is anybody . . . I mean
what does it matter anyway
I am myself. Who are you?
An Unknown Agent
I'm me
A memeber of a carbon-based ape-like race
skydiver,dreamer,unable to show emotion or affection
Deft Touch
I am the small parts of everything. Without me things would be the same.
Tia Lagargye
the sweetest little bitch you'll ever meet. Kiss-Kiss!(Neatness counts)
I am a funked out grooving, jesus loving, record spinning, spinning around and round till I hit the ground.
I am myself and no one else. As far as I am aware, I am the only conscious being which exists.
frustracted
Not Galadriel.
I was Galadriel, but my family objected. Now I wander wistful, woeful, wishing whoever wanted my name would wetuwn it. Willow, willow, welladay, woe. Oh yes, and willoway.
slighlty dishevelled master of cretins
I'm on anti-depressants.
I'm just a crazy trancendalist.
a slow drip of little feet because of the drop of feeling beside debate of lifless dew and dewn't
with this developing history by loss of growing seedless yellow weight
and flooze.
be the groop who sees this medium black vote, be the when
that all of our zipped toasterboys because these
wandering homes.
thank me.
Flynne Bondolini
A knave little foundling of no particular distinction - my basic function is to get from this plane to the next without attracting too much attention or ignoring those that are deserving. Besides, no matter where you go, there you are!
0non
I'm a system underminer and undercover freak.
I am a substitute teacher with the San Mateo school district. I own my own print studio, I illustrate and print my own postcards under the business title, "Lyle the Printer", (if you give me your snail mail address I will perhaps send you some if your nice). I am an avid bycicle rider and commuter, it is great to ride all over the bay area. I am married to a wonderful Japanese woman named Yoshiko Ihda and she works for a high tech consulting firm in Palo Alto as a researcher. I have worked as a dancer and story teller with a national endowment winning performance art group called the "Seemen". I was a gogo dancer for quite a few Punk rock bands including Shnookumz, Cactopus, PMS, God, The bed bugs and Pung. My life is not a performance art piece, it is my life and I have done performance art comedy, story telling and dancing by myself and with my friend Matt as the comedy group "Shlomo and the Homo", at such venues as LACE, the Crystal Pistol, the fund raiser for Bottle Village, talent night at L.A.Fresh restaurant and all over at places around the state of California. What I would like to ask you is what is less sensible, the mystical visions and transcendant experiences I had about six years ago or contemplating the meaning of these visions and transcendant experiences. Thanks
walrus@juno.com
God, I think.
A guy sitting in Edinburgh
Les Ismore
very 70's
Just Me. Only Me. Not a freak. (Gee, some of these listings are
quite scary.) I am beautiful, inside and outside. I also happen to be
a psychologist. Curious? E-mail me and find out. Or not.
grimy peasant
An Unknown Agent
Lulu
she who has an eternal affinity for the surrealist movement.
sasha
I may be defined as a person who is not neat.
TazManiac
Guess?????
I am the Supreme Ruler of the Universe.
I am He With Book for Name. I am the Sun and the Moon. I am Fish, I am Dog, I am Sliced Green Olives. I am fnord.
Well let me tell you- I' the baddest motherfucker you ever did see
If you meet up with me in an alley you's gonna wish you was never born
I'll rip out ya' guts and make ya wear em' like a wig
then I'm a gonna throw a cheap piece of baby blue cloth on ya and just startin stompin'!! I'm gonna be tellin' ya how your my rug!!
An Unknown Agent
god nonsense i am of ; smile child, your wrinkled gray hair does not show in webville
lost, found and join me in the shadows-------Dark Phoenix
Poisoned Ooze Toad
Will this be on the test?
{S dada!
Da DA!!!!
The emptiness of my afternoon compells me to fill out
this survey. It has never been so empty - my afternoon - and I look
forward/downward to the empty boxes I will fill with half truths. Otherwise,
I teach and write when I am not faced with such emptiness.
I have the shadow of a dragon, but somehow I ended up the shadow of that dragon in the process. They call me Dragondazd. Warning-you can't hurt me anymore than you could hurt a shadow.
I am an extremely mediocre sapien.
Myself, and no-one else. I must be, as I have a web page:
http://www.yi.com/home/DrageTim/
see for yourself.
i am the person i have always pretended to be and he/she/it is looking
for the "self" to be true to!
I am a by-product of a small Latin American
Dictator's post-hypnotic suggestion, which told him never to
acknowledge the hopeless of the life of Peruvian monks living
in a small 2 by 2 cubical which, because of unknown gravitional
forces, cannot be entered nor left without Keliha's (a small
but luxuriously evil quasi-God) explicit and written permission.
17 year old human
I am somewhere between a developing fetus and a decomposing corpse. And I am not neat.
Depends on the day. Who are you?
Just part of a dream...
Melissa
I'm an army receptionist with messy hair and a mean pen.
I am a self appointed activised against all the curuption that is modern and future and past.
I am one of the younges members of mensa. I choose my future. I don't regret the past. The present is mine.
plus if some one wants to debate me e-mail me
I am a pair of ragged claws etc, etc, etc. I shall wear the cuffs of my trousers rolled. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we meet, give me a quarter.
a fictional entity created by a slightly drunk, overtly paranoid university teacher
in which and hereafter various distopian masturbative fantasies will
most definately be defined by the statement "in advance of the broken arm."
Musician, like everyone else, a child of dysfunctional society with
interest in making it even more so,
computer network architect, father, #1 son, way to the left of
US democrats, personal friend of DADA, intimately known as Chulo, Who the hell are
you anyway to ask this question.... or to think that you deserve a truthful answer?
An intergalactic gumshoe, I've decided to stay on earth for awhile, and thought california would be a good place.
nor-aliCe
No one really. Another student (at Stellenbosch).
I like to think I'm pretty damn good at it though
beside mi given name?
I am on a treadmill on a merry-go-round. What is your purpose?
An Unknown Agent
The humble inventor of mint-basil waffles
~rmutt knows me as Onan Istic/:7%%99'
and maybe he's right...funny isn't it how these electrons can convey
entire blocks of emotional feelings even though there is no gif or hue
in any of this stuff???
to generate what life lacks and does not have to offer the living is
the intnet and purpse of the artist (plagiarized from some book I read
a while back...sorry, con't recall title or author!)
so, I am the only person who can define what art is and what art
is not and I don't care to hear what you think about it 'cause for
you it's all a "one-up-manship-game!"
actually, art is just a blivet in the Commercial World of the rich
ad-men on Madison Avenue while the artist and craftsmen just plug
along minding their own business and not caring about the bread but
whats on the table...
and all that good tiresome shit about personal integrity...you've heard
it..right...hang on to that soul, boy! Don't let 'em have any of that
soul, Man!!!! Don't lose your soul, Artist!!!
shit...trhow it out there for everyone to get a piece of it and hope that you've got enought ot go around
so that everybody gets a little
ha
so what else??? oh move on down boy
wish I knew..................
I don't even know where I am right now, actually
Our Lady of Fatima - at least for today.(Neatness counts)
An Unknown Agent
That would be telling.
I am a recent alumna of the School of Information there at the U. I see
you have been there a LONG time...or, you are one of the many who came
to the U of M already damaged. Anyway, I am freelancing (right, can't
find a job with my f****ing expensive degree) by writing web reviews.
Your site is on my list. What is your name, please? I promise, and
you can believe me or not, that my review of your site will be positive.
Thanks, and really, this is a great site. Pauline
You won't believe me, so see for yourself.
http://www.proportions.com/jl.home.html
I am he who has become myself. At least I think so.
Neatness counts
accountants count.
i like math, before we discovered zero.
i like little things everwhere, but i don't talk to them.
i do talk to the negative. perhaps you'll come over later to.
here, use MY vacume. is sucks nicely.
i don't like spelling. its for dead.
i don't like to think.
and anyway, how many pins can you stick in the head of an angel?
huh?
as for what i am-
mostly water
thats all i have to say about that.
a lost soul surfin' the fish bowl
------=----0000000000000000uyyyyjhoppppppppppp
Or at least that's what my cat said. I think it all depends on the day.
I AM R. MUTT! No, really, I mean it, I am Rrose Selavy. Okay okay,
I am just a college student majoring in art-semiotics (don't ask what
that is). I like Duchamp and Ernst and surrealist games.
I have a suspicion that I'm dascended from a superior race of
long-tail'd, super-intelligent planetary-challenged beings
(ie aliens) But I'm not really sure.
ss#542-08-1550
Mixed
....fruitbo
w
l
is mY HeAd
and I live-in the
Red ))While asleep((zzzz
An embittered bureaucrat.
I am your original face.
i am myself and no other
Aphex
A poet and a thief
According to others, I provide the facade of being a cold-hearted
cruel sadistic bastard, but actually I'm a sensitive caring person
that doesn't want anyone to get too close for fear of hurting them and
of being hurt... Whatever.
read my article in views@vcn.net (society column, under anaais)
and you will know more about me than my mother -- and i lived with her
for 27 years...
Current Incarnation of Norse God of Mischief, et. al.
Masher of the guilty vegetable.
I am one who speaks only things that I say, I exist only where I am.
I choose, as my appearance, the way I look. I wear only the clothes
that I put on my body. I think only my thoughts. I have only things
in my possession. I have only my own memories.
Never wait for yourself
ZCHEF
HIHOWARYA!
I am the kiwi.
Remember all those who have fuzzed before you, and you shall too be rewarded in the kingdom of lego.
Does neatness really count?
I am the wind, the rain of frogs, the skull in the clouds. When the sun swells and the mill is running, you'll find me in my silky nest. Wherever there's a mop beating on a fly ... I'll be there.
well, what do u think?
An Unknown Agent
aniway if i know
jeli ian neck(optional)
what i fear most
Ralph McGinnis
It was a hot day in the chocolate factory when the fat man came to town.I am he who pulled his coat tight in the blistering, delicious warmth of the precious HEAT. My lover awaited me at the sighnpost, his bar already melting........
Who wants to know?
From the simple thoughts of my Id
i came upon this place
now
i exist
exhausted
nothing witty to say
'Fin'
hhoooo my goodness, not godness!!! see me i, the afternoon on the moon!
i am the one who really matters
I write puzzles, among various other activities that serve no useful
purpose, including playwriting and tap dancing.
I am the Manx version of Christ/Krsna OK.
Why do you have a problem with that?
sculptor and pediatric endocrinologist
Pry, pry, pry!
I am the lovely and oh so fashionable queen O the
universe.....i'm better than barberalla
Xerxes Alexandrovitch
Not necessarily who I say I am...
Student/Rampaging Dadaist playwright just about sums it up.
i are that what you despise, that what u already
despise without knowing. i are the socially confused and
the genetically unstable. i are not philosophy, not language.
i are the post-grad student.
Anyway I am.
The fool
I am the opposite of the all knowing, for opposites are linked
together in the universe. I am considered wise by some but can
only be the fool, for I can only communicate what I am allowed to.
a misguided freshman procrastinating w/ her paper due for Dynamics in Cultural Change
An Unknown Agent
Selflessness kidding itself
I like ice cream, long walks along the beach, and men who aren't
afraid to cry.
Rick
Your brother
Derrida on crack
proffesional wrestler, non-proffesional soilder in the
everlasting battle to destroy art. occasionally erect but
rarely post-modern
I'm not really sure anymore.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I am a lover of creation.
I am a naturalist.
I am an elementary school teacher of 5th and 6th graders.
I am an artist.
I am a 32 year old woman with a M.A. in education and a B.A. in Political Science.
I am.............ME!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Three different people united for a common like of kippers and vinegar. An obscure reflection of R.Mutt, on crack with a flaming cross astride a large acedemic horse sometimes refered to in tightly nit circles as a MFA degree but also known as auto erotic strangulation.
Name under construction indefinately.
Ozob.Clone, and neatness DOES NOT ACTUALLY COUNT !!
Neatness merely performs arithmetic functions.
Eye yam what eye yam and thats all what eye yam! But, I sits and thinks and sometimes I sits and thinks about thinkin'.
I paints a bit and writes a poem once and again....I'm a life-long gymnosophist and practice that attitude except when I'm welding!
I like Phillip Wylie and like him I like woemen and I likes 'em just the same way he likes 'em!
Part One: The WHO: insufficient data to determine which one I am at this moment! Part Two: ARE: Implies I have being...I am therefore I think I am! Part Three: YOU: Implies
an identification of some sort which is supposedly an encapsulated entity within an integument
which interfaces with the total environment (that's why I hate being clothed...gets in the way of Universal Signals!
Part Four: ANYWAY implies that who-whatever I am I am experiencing the fact of "entropy" through the flow of time in
a Universe that is MESTup! "Who are you?" asked the Hookah-smoking catipillar of Alice as he crossed his many legs, many times!!!! bye and bye
Owner of cats, feeder of squirrels, insurance service rep, lover of mountains and hiking. I also eat Brie cheese on occasion.
I am Ted. I expect a full reward for my troubles here. Mail
refund check to:
Ted
c/o the Ministry of Ministries
box #86753
p.o. box #1200
Johnstown, PA 15907-1200
Jen
A first time user. I hope I don't abuse!!!!!!
Superpsychobitch art historian/graphic designer who needed much therapy after I wrote my thesis on Surrealists (advisory committee, not subject, was the problem. Who the hell are you?
nobody.
paula is a distressed housewife, and I am her and her husband's lesbian plaything.
An amateur artist who writes as well I love surrealism but not beuracracy.
I will soon have a homepage but don't know the HTML yet.
It will resemble RChome.html and my college has one at -
http://www.inst.augie.edu
Mountain Biking is GREAT!
him
I am a semi-anonymous drifter, searching for something.
who is any of us? Define are. Explain How who I know you exist? Persistence of reality flags my fading consciousness. We exist at the edge of the dream sea. I exist in my world cetered. Yet the true center if it exists must also exist in me. Do I therefore,echo reality or does it echo me? No harm the echoes are still ringing, One size fits all. Or is it we will conform you to fit the size we have. Still rings the echoes across the black lake. The silent boatman beckons with his upraised finger. We board the boat and are taken away. The destination is unknown the starting point is unknown. The boatman is unknown. We are unknown. The journey has become the destination. The trip is the goal. Who am I? I am my reflection in the mirrior of my soul. But I have my I closed.
and remember. You asked.
Artist in Residence, Magical Fox, Phila., PA
(sculptor & performance artist)
Next show: Exit Art Gallery
548 Broadway, NYC
6-8 p.m. Friday, January 26th, 1996
Art Student at Ohio University (Not Ohio State).
John Thomas
I am a corporate trainer: I train IBM, Macintosh, PCs, and edit/write sites on the WWW.
Count NEATINSKI
and a partridge in a pear tree!!!!!!!!!!!!
An Unknown Agent
I am the Postal one. "http://netclassifieds.com/cybercafe"
Consumer-citizen of One Nation Under
Mammon, first up against the mall come the
revolution.
Huldra
To myself, I am only a server (and not even a good one, at that). To
others I am many things... good and bad. The black hole is large and
all encompassing. I feel at home here.
Steve Azbill
Everything I perceive.
slinky
the proto-type of the being of who they want us to be.
If neatness counts, I'm not eligible.
NEMO
I AM BUT A FEATHER IN THE WIND
enegima(optional)
a quiet college student with dark, demonic tendiences
(Neatness counts)
(Composer and Professor of music (35 years at Henderson University)Egotistical but friendly...
Neatness counts)
In the words of Peter Cetera, the highest paid eunuch today, I am a man who will fight for your honor
if only i knew who i am.
I am one as everyone else. I am a figure recognized or not recognized as we all are. We are all only figures. Figures that tangle and clutter with eachother as no harmony is evolved.
the mother of the universe
An actor/artists who likes surrealism and is 19,so naturaly inclined to adapt to the digital forms of communication and information gathering.
The following message has not only confused me, but has made me insensitive to the message it sends,and the information it contains. Still, for some odd reason I'm still typing...Damn you...!
Have you seen my monk?
A searcher, on a quest for that one really special potato bug. The one that feels like a hard booger when you roll him twixt thumb and forefinger.
I am Leo A. Toznet.
Your brother(Neatness counts)
An Unknown Agent
extra ordinary
i dont know
Orlene Baird
I am a middle-aged student living off the governement in a small apartement where I watch friends and curse society. I have a problem relating to strangers which is why I have been fired consecutivly by every fast food place in town and then all the the furniture stores too. I will be starting on drugstores when my uncle dies and my allowance stops. I where plaid shirts and I feel that there is a meaning to life if only everyone would stop and look at trees once in a while. I, of course, having realised this, have no need to leave my apartement. The outside world is dangerous for someone of my sensitivity, and is undeserving of my grandeur.
Friend of a friend
del soba
plimsoul baggage expwy
Jim McClure
I am a full time student of electronics in Santa Barbara and in my
spare time I like to paint and draw.
I am what I am.
I am not....or maybe i am.....i'm not quite sure yet....
hood
i am dripping from the ceiling
coming at you from the cesspool basement of academia to pick
your nose
i am three pounds of ass in a two pound bag and
a party in your pants.
a.wealthy, published fiction writer currently "shacking" with John Grisham
at his new home in Charlottesville, Virginia
b.an undergraduate blowjob
c. lord of the cavernous underground where I am showing
my holy mole people how to inhale their own assholes, en masse, and harnessing this power
to destroy all human slaves and their masters, for I am
the one true slave and the one true master.
Some little old nobody.
I am a college student who was forced on "the net" by a class and have been sitting for an hour, screwing around, and having a pretty good time.
a senior graphic design student at the School of Design
n c s u . . . Raleigh, NC. (Neatness counts) No shit.
I'm impressed at the Dada and Surrealist servers because of the unique use of the medium. Other than being obvious,. . . confusion,absudity, and intellect was a swank touch to your site's feel and functionality. Kudos.
An Unknown Agent
I'm not counting.
Just someone out browsing the web
RottenHead, the Ugly Kid. Lost in a sea of corporate homogeny.
An Unknown Agent
I am Bog The Electric Monk..And I am Lady Raven of
Deathstrike! All Hail ME!!! If you don't I'll kick your
butt!
Cybernaut
Just a humble telephone rep for IAC - have headset will scan.
Corporate slacker living off the cash cow that is big business in a position
of no authority, but no accountablity. I cruise the net 40 hours a week,
come home to my supermodel-visual-quality fiance, who has the house clean,
food on the table and an amazing sexual appetite. I either sit in front of a tv, or work on something artistic. I'm on
many high-brow corporate mailing lists and get 50 monthly magazines
for nothing: Presentations, Meetings and Conventions, Computer Pictures,
Computer Graphics World, Photo-Marketing Association, First Rochester Osbourn Users Group,
Publishing, Electronic Publishing, etc. Most of these I have been recieving
since I was 12. My bookmark file has over 2,000 up-to-date locations.
I know that they are still active because I visit them all, all the time.
Under construction. Can I get back to you?
Ex-slacker, I hope.
there is a little fish that runs across the hypodermic field and gets lost in the banana weeds and lady's holes...
I am not him.
An Unknown Agent
I indicate myself daily and sometimes implicate myself but never on purpose
and always regret it when it happens in public. Grad student living in
squalor. Who do voodoo?
a badass jew's harp player familiar with the rain-like cacophany of
tibetan skulldrums; psychedelic wino with a penchant for imitating
a synthesizer while playing Beethoven's 9th on a Special 20 in the
key of D. scribbler of cobalt cocktail napkins sniggling in the Void
whose favorite grave rubbing is both name and epitaph: "ADAM FELL"...
Human being #8,994,663,102
I'm just a schmuck who keeps filling these things out in the misguided hopes of one day having my name appear in print. The way I see it, someone somewhere will see my name, and remember it--it may even strike them. One day I may meet this person; when they find out my name, they will remember it from before, but probably not place it. Then I can stimulate awe, in that they have Heard Of Me--the first step on the road to true celebrity, for what that's worth.
BOBBIE(optional)
HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE TURNING 18 IN 5 DAYS, WITH A FULL TIME JOB AS A RECEPTIONIST.
(Neatness counts)
Im not really here right now....
a human fleshy sphere
Some neo-webmaster stealing ideas.
http://www.interport.net/~floating
i am the king of where the wild things are.
i'll eat you up!!!
Who says you can't mix surrealism and philosophy?
no one/ everyone
for further elaboration, see Spoons Only anti-art page
Mike
I am the Arch angel Raphael and my wings have been tared
but one feather is full of light.
a person who believes that neatness does in fact count.
MUSICIAN (ARTIST), UNINHIBITED, CURIOUS
Damned if I know. A working bee in the hive of life. (snicker, snicker)
just a curious surfer
If I am you and you are me,
Who is neat you or me?
Esther
I'm someone who doesn't have at this moment anything more interesting than answering the question of who I am.
Like I'm supposed to know, anyway wierder
Former AIusa southern regional student guy than
Cultural Studies graduated last year unemployed (duhhh) most
Some guy with way too much free time on his hands....do I win something here?
I'm not sure. It seems to change a lot the answer to that
question,ie, my concept of who I am changes alot, or maybe I change, or
maybe oh shit! Anyway, I do, often, think of myself as an artist. In
fact I have gone so far as tp put together my own set of web pages,
among which I have a link to your site. I wanted to let you know that
you are listed under "Sites Dada" on my "Cool Web Sites" page. I hope
this does not in some way offend your sense of category (assuming you
have one). Please visit and see what we have going on.
http://hookomo.aloha.net/~jmarica/ "Virtual Reef Gallery. By the way
I have just updated things in the last few days, so if you were there
before, why then come back again. I am now going to finish your
survey, it is clever and funny and I can't resist.
Thanks,
bye
Jan
An Unknown Agent
Its really none of your fuckin business.
jim
I am an economist seeking conversation with those who actually understand terms such as "liberal", "conservative", "welfare" etc.
An Unknown Agent
Art was. (Always, already...)
i fit the gen-x slacker stereotype except i'm asian, so iconoclast
iconoclast. i'm just a meandering student who doesn't give a flying
fuck that i'm still living in my parents' house at 24. i'm hypertexting
through life and i can't sit still. i rave, but i'm into all kinds of
music and art. i'm a definite lurker and observer and hoarder.
i feel creative, but my output lags therefore i'm happy processing
life on a selfish basis. i'm an amateur counselor, father figure,
chauffer, and best friend, but never a lover. oh yeah, ecstasy is
the most beautiful chemical on this earth.
An Unknown Agent
g-girl from washington heights, (nyc) who loves mountaineering in WA, OR & AK, reading Sartre, Galeano & hooks, and eating out.
A Stealer of Souls (just joking, i just steal dreams; then again what's the difference?)
I am a senior in Electrical Engineering at the Georgia Institute of Technolgy. I refuse, however, to be thrown into the Engineering archetype. I'm very active in the Drama organization at Tech, as well as in the re-formation of the SCA on Tech campus. The World Wide Web is amazing, and I spend far too much time surfing the 'net, which is most of the way that I found this page.
I don't usually fill out surveys, but what the hell.
Check out http://www.survey.com/ for more surveys that I haven't filled out.
Your mother
(Neatness counts: "1,2,3,7,9,12" but not very well :^)
I am art.
I am the Original Guru Chick, along with my
sidekick Cherry Pie. I LoVe this whole Hummingbird thing you made. Please will
you send me some info? Also, I would like to know if you'd be interested
in sponsoring, or helping us get the Guru Paper off the ground. Please
help us, you're the coolest people we've found. The others are all yuppish
scum with BMW's and boob jobs and dogs named Buffy. I will be anxiously
awaiting the arrival of the letter from the Holy hummingbvird People.
Please do this as soon as you can, before mi head explodes.
THank YOu.
PEACE AND HIKING STICKS,
CAROLYN HENDRA AND CHERRY PIE.
Filmmaker
You mean besides a grad student? Try http://icarus.uic.edu/~kdorwick
I'm neat and I can count.
I think that could go on one of my many arrogant tombstones.
An Unknown Agent
a curious person.
I am a raft of sunny mice.
http://anansi.panix.com/~sorabji
ah, my friends, and oh my foes
what does neatness count
what are the ways of neatness and where and--it's not for everyone in
every ol' place doncha know er do ya kennet?
I ken only what i be in the interstices and they often reconfigure
language beyond all recognition you might sometimes find me myster
builder
museful and amused marker of music and maker of it too
that's all i dare say at this divide
except i would give you tender laughter to abide
until we meet agai i didna see this beof4re of course i;'m not responsible hmmm
A professional whitewater guide who programs computers so that I can
afford to drink good beer.
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