Manny Stiles

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About me

Gender Male
Industry Arts
Occupation mannystiles@aol.com
Location Traverse City, Michigan, United States
Introduction Live Life, Love Life, Rinse and Repeat. I am tall. I enjoy making and arranging homemade noise, various methods of painting, many forms of writing, animals/pets, botany/farming, betaphysiology, meditating, metatating, making fire roasted salsa, practicing nameless pantheism, odd-angle photography, making sacastic remarks at people, blindfolded reading, stop-time travelling, visual spelunking, tarot translating, mental telepathy, making oddly shaped paper airplanes, designing reverse Ponzi schemes, perfecting inexpensive cold fusion, kite flying, demonstrating creativity, enjoying time with my family, speaking in metaphors, treasure hunting, problem creation & solving, crossword puzzles, hangin w/my imaginary entourage, making invisible clothing, perfecting the human experience
Interests homemade music, botany, meditation, making salsa, Godism, photography, making psarcastic remarks, hobby collecting, mental telepathy, perfecting inexpensive cold fusion, treasure hunting, problem solving, hangin' w/my imaginary entourage, the Simpsons, living, loving
Favorite Movies the movies of my children's births
Favorite Music anything homemade unless it sucks, Jurby, Joy G & th' Joystix, Chemland & any of Jerm's Freestylin, influences in no particular order include:, Ween, FSOL, John Coltrane, Velvet Underground, Prince, Beck, Big Daddy Kane, Antonio Carlos Jobim, 311, Public Enemy, Miles Davis, PJ Harvey, Roger Miller, Radiohead, and I don't care what you say- Michael Jackson
Favorite Books Declaration of Independence, The first half of the Constitution, Joseph Campbell, Hunter S. Thompson we miss you good doctor! Mahalo, The teachings of John Wooden, John Bogle, Dorothy Parker, Malcolm Gladwell, Kerouac of course, Even Ginsberg, Leary, Confucius' Analects, Lao Tzu, Tibetan Book of the Dead, my random piles of homebrewed poetry, literal fabrications, unfinished screenplays and wildly illusory short stories

In the dream where you show up to school naked, why do you never go swimming?

These questions are written by complete turds.