User:Gingatao

(Wikipedia Page, first draft, freehand doodlings of sunonhead after falling asleep in the sun on Sunday Morning. Lakota suggests that I should post a totally nude and completely revealing photo of myself on the internet and in the spirit of Randallian absurdistry I would of course have a rampant erection inevitably, as to it impressiveness, well I am fairly confident you would all schmooze any way which I would take at facevalue thankyou very much…

The only known photograph of Paul Squires was taken decades ago. He is sitting on the beach behind his house at the time making a sandcastle with something long and white hanging out of his mouth. At high tide it was possible to throw a line from his back verandah into Moreton Bay. He only ever caught one fish, impaling a squiggling prawn on a laser sharp hook and throwing it into the bay then feeling the warmth of the fire and staring blankly out into a vast smooth ocean reflecting an infinity of stars. There is Orion, the hunter when Whack! a flathead grabbed the prawn as it tumbled into the channel and ripped off into the depths. The fish is wriggling and squiggling under his hand and a sharp knife flashes in the other and the rhythm of the fish slows and there is a silence. This photograph was taken that afternoon.

When drunk Squires is known to have claimed the most outrageous things are true, that it is possible to contain actual magic in language but his definition of actual magic changes with his mood. He claims such ironic absurdistries as having used the internet to have achieved a kind of immortality, sometimes through the blatancy of not deleting anything and sometimes by having transcended the human, since it is a fundamental aspect of being human to know that you are going to die.

He is waiting patiently to feel that he has earned the respect of his peers so that he can stop trying so hard, the genre settles around his shoulders and it requires a mightier shrug as he gets older and the concretions of age, scars, barnacles. The fact is he no longer wishes to be reborn, to be better, he only desires the freedom to be what he is.

Squires believes that one of the most neglected arts of this new genre is the link, people don’t use them enough, he thinks, they would rather write it all down again, gingaTao!