I think any philosophical Taoist knows that there’s really no such thing as a Taoist, so if we call ourselves that, it’s with an inward smirk. Am I a Taoist? It’s an easy thing to tell people who are asking you but don’t really care past the realm of semi-philosophical small talk (in which case I also add “humanist” and “absurdist”). But I don’t take it to heart. I don’t truly identify as anything, not a Taoist, not an American, not even a man, but we have to carry these labels around like a passport so we can move about the world. It does us no good to renounce the world to a point that we can no longer communicate with it. Enlightenment is the ability to walk in all worlds at once. Anything’s possible, maybe you can transcend the physical realm and live as an interdimensional being of light. Hell, maybe colorless green ideas sleep furiously. I’ve considered living entirely in my head and, from the perspective of outsiders going stark-raving-mad (and I suspect that’s still an option), but that’s taking the easy way out, and I’ve still got shit to do here.

(except from a Reddit post of mine)

Holy shit this song.

And of course this. I should be ashamed to post this. Then again, I should do a lot of things that I don’t. (drawn by With A Hint of Lemon)

There is unsolicited fanart being created of me again, as if my ego isn’t already raging out of control. This time, though, it’s all My Little Pony themed.

I can live with this.

(Ten minutes in photoshop by Anne K.)

i am touching myself to this picture and i don’t care who knows

First time I recorded an original song. Cute little ditty about love after armageddon.

Decemberists - Down by the Water (acoustic cover).

Fucked up the chords way more than is acceptable for such a simple song. It just so happens, though, that I have no fucks left to give.

While I was procrastinating on the aforementioned project, this little guy squirmed his way onto existence.