around my home, are cardboard stacks
like towers, atop a heap
and things have fallen, through the cracks
all things I keep, through seasons
the miscellany on the floor, acquired,
took about
a lifetime. it would take a lifetime more, required,
to sort out. into reasons
thoroughly from San Antonio, Texas -- began reading in 1988/89 -- began writing in 1990/91 -- currently studying bureaumancy (public administrstion) at the University of Texas San Antonio Graduate School --
interests and hobbies include: cooking, drawing, gardening, cycling, jogging, music, music theory, meditation, physics, neurobiology, neuropsychology, psychology, neurobiology of disease, virology, anatomy and physiology, economics, organizational theory, communication theory, metatheories, ontology, history, math, criminal justice, epistemology, and so on.
Other things:
When I look at skylines, I see sine waves. When I smell food, I taste music. When I touch objects, I feel energy. When I listen to birds, I hear code.
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