And all things caramel smelling and pastoral blue and monochrome gray with a tinge of pink and
acoustic fun sensory overload happy as the grass is green a tumble of meaningfulmeaningless words trickletriptipdrip.
I like poetry. (I actually tried to put the alliterative chain in verse form, but OKC's format cannot appreciate form at all.)
But down to serious business. The above was just for fun. And what fun that was! But self summaries are serious business. Tells people you're serious. That's why all the following (colonoscopial, I might add) self-reflection is all about my serious personal ambition and decent personality. Here goes:
I am a waif wannabe. No irony intended. Or maybe irony intended. I don't know. Harbors dreams of spending 2 days under a bridge with only a blanket and a warm furry dog (a cat will do just as well, but they make less effective bolsters) for company, just to know what it feels like to be more fortunate, to be less fortunate.
I believe in an attainable universal good. I believe in a personal capacity for universal love. A brotherhood of men (and women, and children, and cats and dogs and ducks) that can live together in peace and love and harmony. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. In this, I believe the dread-locked hippies of the 60s got that much right.
I might add, I think I write reasonably well. But I wouldn't boast of an exceptional linguistic command. Oh no.
And yes, that's all for now. My eye hurt, my hand's sore, and I'm done with being a serious hippie for the day.
But oh, oh, I cannot resist not putting a quote at the end of my message (not that I tired very hard resisting the temptation, really), so here's a quote from Edna St. Vincent Millay that I think sums up my personal philosophy pretty well:
My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.