Tim over Tim:

   I am yer not-everyday poet, intellectual prick, pricking moron, barking artist, postmodern translator, misanthropic writer, ironic novelist, spastic philosopher, blind photographer, passive world-improver, incontinent rainmaker, brick layer, free masoner, caught masoner, dreamer, self-indulgent piece of shit, Dorian Gray, Ikaros, retired nudist, nude bohemian, aggressive milkman, monogamous polyglot, gregarious ostrich breeder, practitioner of Comedia del `Arte, creationist Darwinist (considering myself intelligently designed), profet and so much more.

   Oh! I am also a bedwetter and a narcissist. I combine them splendidly.

   When I die (June 8th 2046) I don't want to be cremated or buried. I would like to get stuffed and be put on a square (I don't care which one) wearing only lederhosen and a tomato.

   If anything, I am a work-in-progress. And I like chocolate.
   And kittens.