Freckles are hot.
bet you don't read all that is here.
Welder/ex-mechanic/object manipulator/ happy dancer/ imitator of bird calls/ thinks life is ridiculous.
It may not be immediately apparent, but I am intense.
There are future plans of grandiose proportions but the time spent at work, and the subsequent exhaustion, constantly pushes these back. Scheduling a social life with a 40++ work week on swing shift turns out to be difficult.
Ah well, life is still mostly good.
I understand that we live in a white/straight/advantaged centric society; (and it sucks alot!) but I can be responsible only for myself and cannot change the entirety of our social sphere as much as I would like to. The ramifications of such influence are too large for my mind. And so I do the best that I can for me with the information that I have. If you have more information i will greedily incorporate it.
I'd love to keep chatting here, but 1: you aren't responding, 2: I'm sick of staring at the computer screen and 3: my tea is ready.
Playing with metal, brewing memories for later reflection, teaching myself ridiculous songs on the flute, becoming mesmerized by trees.
looking up the christian individual with whom I have the highest enemy percentage and almost but not quite sending them a message: OkNemisis.
working on modesty
'Gurgazon is armageddon!'
'I already know how to fence, you twip.'
'I'd watch out for doors if I was you'
'the middle third of the baseball bat turned into a column of burning sawdust accelerating in all directions like a bursting star.'
'By the starlit mere of Cuiviénen, Water of Awakening, they rose from the sleep of Ilúvatar; and while they dwelt yet silent by Cuiviénen their eyes beheld first of all things the stars of heaven.'
'I'm writing you a message in code. How do you spell nincompoop?'
'Though I know not from whence thou came, rampaging god,
I would humbly and respectfully speak to thee.
We will build a mound on this place, and observe a festival in honor of thy departed spirit.
Forget thine anger, and be calmed.'
'But you drink well-water, don't you? What do you think purifies that water? The humans polluted both the oceans and the rivers. The Wasteland trees are purifying them. You say you'll burn those trees? Somehow, you must not excavate the Giant Guardian!!'
'Would you like a jelly baby?'
'no power in the 'verse can stop me'
'So here's the part where you make a choice. What if you could have that power? Now. In every generation one slayer is born because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman is more powerful than all of them combined. So I say we change the rule. I say my power should be our power. Tomorrow, Willow will use the essence of the scythe to change our destiny. From now on every girl in the world who might be a slayer, will be a slayer. Every girl who could have the power, will have the power. Could stand up, will stand up. Slayers every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?'
'the sky caves in
the devil cuts loose
you blow blow blow blow your fuse
when you fall in love
'please don't flow so fast,
you little mountain hum,
I'll take a bottle down to you'
'everybody like to be
in my place instead of me
'cause i'm the king of bongo baby,
I'm the king of bongo bong'
'faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ended so suddenly'
'I'm a whisper in water, secret for you to hear.'
'we can make the world stop'
'I think it's time to blow this scene,
get everybody and their stuff together,
OK three two one lets jam.'
c d e c d e c d a
2: the stars
3: the plants with all of their being green and beautiful, medicinal and tasty!
4: birds and the quick vitality of them and the songs that they sing and the thinking about eating them in pies.
5: stories that we tell each other
7: music to listen to and dance with and play.
8: people to cuddle with
10: home base
010: sharp pointy things made of metal. and people to play with them with.
001: things that smash and get smashed
100: wind and the invigorating feeling of it lashing at my face, the rushing tumbling sound of it ripping through the trees, the explosion of transformers that change the whole neighbourhood into a blessed dark zone, biking at a 30 degree + angle just to stay in a straight line.
110: Rocks. rocks are cool!
011: rules and limits, because following directions is very important
101: people who are better than I am at things. Humbling experiences are important. That said, fuck these people!:
Avi Kaplan, Wes Pedon, Miyamoto Musashi, Martin Karplus,
111: moments of reflection
and a pocket knife.
my dreams and how they are telling me more about myself.
how much it sucks that I can't take my only bag on the flight with me just 'cause I have tools and knives.
projects, and how I now need to troubleshoot all the problems that i built into them
my friends and how I miss them
how to include a full kitchen in my backpack without going over 50lbs. (I've been told to use silicone, but I'm real partial to cast iron)
What types of mushrooms/algae would be necessary to put into the self deploying greenhouse domes that I will scatter across the surface of Mars. This will bring the planet into an hospitable enough zone that I could raise giant dragonflies. Dragonflies on which I will ride when I raid the International Mars Station for supplies. Supplies crucial to continuing my career as the first interplanetary pirate.
the tools that I would need to survive the kitten apocalypse.
design and functionality of the tiny house that I haven't started building yet.
You enjoy stories.
Weird friendly people only.
Close minded individuals not accepted.
Badass, pierced, tatted punks strongly encouraged.
There are too many beautiful people on here; I'm sorry I haven't gotten in contact, to be honest, I've been completely overwhelmed.
But if you could forgive me this oversight I promise promise promise to try to attempt to possibly let you know how amazing I think you are.
also if you happen to have a vertical wind tunnel and want to sew wingsuits with me, drop me line.