And here we are. .
I'm willing to bet you're reading this. Send me a private message and I will tell you where to send the five dollars you just lost. A bet's a bet.
I'm not greedy or money-hungry; pencils dragging across paper just sends the cold, clawed hand up my back to drag down my neck. I need pens.
Hi!
That is all.
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This is a very strange introduction thread, but maybe that's good?
Another Portland person! What's your name?
Maybe.
I go by 'Nick' to most, if not, all.
I only moved to Portland nine months ago from the stinking, spewing butthole that is Reno. I definitely prefer it here, though, stinking, spewing buttholes have their perks too.
What's your name?
You're Nick number 3 then.
Cool, so what do you do in Portland?
My name's Imke!
I battle with kidney stones, write, read, climb trees, and in the fall, hunt for mushrooms. I smoke a ton of cigarettes and pot and drink on occasion. I get tattooed, watch people, eavesdrop, and study ninjutsu. I bang my incredibly hot wife and I return to school this fall to pursue my Masters in Creative Writing, and, hopefully soon, will be burning countless hours in the Workshop.
Also, I like to hike and ride my bike.
What is it you do?
You sound quite active. How many tattoos you got?
I go to school, studying Social Sciences for a year at a university. It's more a method of killing time till I get a job, than it is about the purpose of education. I'm desperately trying to get a job, and have been failing to do that for about a year and a half.
I have either nine or eleven. It depends on what you think counts as a tattoo. I also have a pretty wicked 'rockstar' brand on my right calf.
I'm paddling the same boat. Haven't worked in about as long, except I'm not really trying to find it. I can be pretty stubborn when it comes to not becoming a wage-slave. Chuck might actually be partly to blame for that. I'd rather expend my energy creating instead of producing. Know what I mean?
We're full up on Porkland people, sorry.
I'm a Reno people living in Portland. I'm not sure that counts.
I have a friend in Reno who goes to Portland a lot.
So I'm curious as to what the perks of a spewing asshole can be, can you tell me?
Also, I like to hike and ride my bike.
What is it you do?
You're going to fit in nicely around here. Portland And The Cult. Why Portland? What inspired the big move?
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
My wife got accepted into a really good art school. I had just moved back to Reno from Phoenix and I was pretty burnt out on desert-living. About a month before the move, I took my first two trips up to Oregon ever and was blown away by the beauty and creative atmosphere that seems to hang thick in the air around here. On the way back down the coast from Lincoln City--this was my second trip-- I was stoned out of my mind and listening to Aqueous Transmission by Incubus. I stared out the window at the ocean while coastal trees were whipping by and thought, "Hey, this place is pretty sweet. Think I might be able to find some peace, or, hopefully, a good story to tell."
Now that I live here, I still step out the door and gaze at the landscape with wide-eyed child-like wonder. So far, this is my favorite place to live.
Now that I live here, I still step out the door and gaze at the landscape with wide-eyed child-like wonder. So far, this is my favorite place to live.
Sounds good. When I step out my door I see terraced chicken coop houses and English rainclouds. I may have to come live with you instead.
I have either nine or eleven. It depends on what you think counts as a tattoo.
Eh? What are the ones in question? When is a tattoo not a tattoo?
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Also, Jump over and dive into that workshop, man, if you are big on writing then it's $40 well spent.
(sorry bout' the double post - this computer at work just had a brain fart)
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A short, dull, blue-gray line on each wrist beneath the palm. I did them with a guitar string and ink one day when I was bored and thirteen, which I then got bored of and did something else. The lines were black then.
Ah to be bored and thirteen eh?
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Indeed. My thirteen-year-old self could probably outdrink me. I'm certain I could kick his ass though.
If you ever get the fight organised, you have to post it on Youtube.
Imagine that - man fighting his own teenage self. Instant million+ views right there.
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I'll start making some calls.
hai, I'm cammie, the local southern belle, horror fiend, and general rabblerouser. glad you've joined us. i've never been to portland, but i have a friend who lives in reno and attends NYU who i may have sex with soon.
“if you want to be a bird,” you said once, “with colorful plumage and buoyant trills, you must also be ready for hollow bones."


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