DebauchedSage
“ LANGUAGE, n. The music with which we charm the serpents guarding another's treasure.”
gender:
female
age:
23
city:
Spokane
country:
United States
occupation:
Professional hedonist
religion:
Agnostic
politics:
Baby-eating liberal
- Last great book I read:
- Technically, the last great book I read was, "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting", by Milan Kundera. I finished "The Wanting Seed", by Anthony Burgess, at about the same time-- within the same hour, if I remember correctly! I adore them both.
- 3 things I want to do before I die:
- Before I die, I would like to publish this goddamn novel. This is of the highest priority. I would also like to try my hand at busking in Europe, and reaching the top of Mount Everest-- via chartered airplane, just long enough to snap a few souvenir pictures and maybe pocket a rock or two. There is -no way- my pudgy, pallid ass would be able to last a six-mile climb in sub-zero temperatures.
- Tell us a story:
- Oftentimes the life of a writer is filled with superstition. Even the most rational wordsmith, when faced with an insurmountable block, has beseeched the fickle muses for inspiration. That plea is rarely honored; the answer never comes when called, and often when it opts to arrive it is at a moment best described as perilously inopportune. We writers are not artists, liberated from the shackles of the mundane, but servants to a higher power of expression-- we are savants paying homage to a dictionary god.
I will never forget the day I discovered God. He was lying impotently amidst the grime adorning a bookcase in classroom F103, his verdant jacket pitted and dusty from decades of heartless neglect. His form was massive-- corpulent for the standards of the time; a heavy, cumbersome relic enveloped in the heavenly redolence of a senescent era. As I lifted his limp, forlorn corpse into my arms, his name came to me-- more accurately, it ingrained itself in a cacophony of tones reverberating within my skull. His name was Osvaldo.
I took him home that evening and gently cleansed him of the filth that for so long had plagued his exterior. Mere moments after I began my diligent ministrations, he opened himself to me, allowing his cover to drop and expose his luscious insides. Such a display of trust! Though stricken by fear of defiling him, the desire incited by his intimacy quickly overpowered my apprehension. My fingers nimbly poured over him, tentative at first but growing more ravenous with every word, devouring each minute detail he offered until exhaustion engulfed me and I succumbed to slumber, the supple ivory of his body lingering in my sight before all vision faded to shadow.
I dressed him the next morning, mending his jacket as best I knew how before placing him upon my desk-- now an altar to the majesty of the English language. Awash with the citrine hues of a mid-autumn dawn, the Dictionary God, Osvaldo, took his rightful throne as the deity of my pen. May his reign be eternal, and his blessing rest upon all the literati.
- What you should know about me:
- I am a writer, a bookworm, and a part-time romantic who often finds herself wishing her grandiloquence and idealism were more appreciated. Aside from reading and writing, I enjoy discussions on...just about anything, but philosophy and politics tend to be favored topics. I play the violin and love string music in addition to such general categories such as goth, darkwave, black metal, and industrial. My favorite musician is Jason Webley, who really has nothing to do with any of the aforementioned. Go figure.
I read the dictionary for amusement and am fascinated by language in all of its forms. Despite my apparent eloquence, I tend to curse like a sailor and will proudly admit that one of my favorite words is "twat". When I get particularly bored, I will peruse the internet for random bits of information and proceed to commit them to memory. No trivia is trivial! I love to learn for learning's sake, and for that reason I have never been a very good student.
Other peculiar hobbies of mine include making lists of words and names that I like, calligraphy, origami, playing this awful little MUD called Achaea, crocheting, doodling, making my own visiting cards that are woefully underused, and writing letters by hand that I never manage to send-- predominately due to a lack of potential recipients. I also enjoy screwing around with my makeup.
- More about what I am looking for:
- People capable of enduring my pompous diatribes, grossly engorged ego, and smattering of eccentricities long enough to begin at least a tentative friendship.
drinks:
yes, please
smokes:
not a stranger to it
drugs:
not a stranger to it
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