Irreverent. Unique. Odd. Pleasant enough. Quick witted. Humorous. Shy. Boisterous. Among other hypocrisies.
The roses smell lovely. They look nice too, as do the clouds most days. When we have clouds. I capture them in my little black wizard device sometimes. Have your cars. I'll take a sunset every time. Well not every time. Sometimes I take the Sunrise. Sometimes both. Round and round we go!
I once was a man of Florence, who dove to the depths of Hell. Once more I lived in Baltimore, but found myself dying alone in a gutter. I also was a wordsmythe of Compton, when it was me against the word. I have brushed the paint of a thousand canvas', and sculpted the faces of angels. I have done all these in the thousand lives I have lived. Or I have seen and felt their lives in the one I lead now. Who can really tell? I sure as shit can't.
I have strong hands. They have been tuned, and shaped by the carefully drawn letters of my mind. I've never created anything more beautiful. If you ask nicely I may show you, but probably not. I am more likely to write you sometime, should you ever see me breathe, as a gift of our time together.
Swimming swimming just keep swimming. You've gotta be the very best, like no one ever was. To catch Zerg is my real test. To watch them is quite fun!
Don't get me started on politics. My gas tank is almost empty. Put-put-putting along should you ask for an adventure, but I'd rather walk someplace nice. With trees... and hopefully not much noise. I've been called a monk before, but I really dislike the comparison. I have rather nice hair.
If I could have any power it would be to fly. I would fly over the ocean and drop into it. That seems like a lot of fun.
If you'll follow me to the next exhibit...