Shrunk

My first name is a random set of numbers and letters and other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever

My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole to a sussurus, couldn't just be John Doe or Bingo

My address, a made up language written out in living glyphs lifted from demonic literature and religious text

Telephone, uncovered by purveyors of the Ouija, then checked against the CBGB women's room graffiti

My social, a sudoku