So much to say and so little in generic words with which to say
anything worthwhile at all. Who are we? Who do we desire? Does that not change with the subtleties of personal interactions? If it doesn't,shouldn't it? Otherwise, where is the surprise of the unexpected chemistry between two souls?
Ah, but here we come to the crux of much of the modern market which masquerades as flirtation and courtship. Through so many discreet avenues the parameters of our views are compromised, and over time we become accustomed to, and eventually lose sight of, the void of real personal happiness that even the best of entertainment cannot distract us from and the highest of prestige cannot fill. For what is it that any of us truly desire but to be with someone who lets us be at ease with the many diverse who's and what's which we all are.

Well now, sit back
Grab a chilled glass of Johnny Walker Black

Our story begins in a place that can only be called “the Interior,” and though it may seem to allude to the uterus, there is a geographical place called the interior by many, and it is here I was conceived. Though only 5.7 ounces, I’ve been told I could suck a teat with the best of them. Some things never change. Other things do, like the scenery. Shortly after my conception I traded the tropics for the urban jungle, the Bronx Grand Concourse (actually there is a club called Tropics in Queens, so I kept my roots kinda close). Sick of keeping my roots close, I once again uprooted, this time for Miami, Fl. While here the years seemed to pass by, almost as if an unseen force were perpetuating them forward (there’s gotta be a word for that). I went to a bunch of schools which I disliked to varying degrees. Learned to tie my shoes. Went to some other schools, still rocking the dislike vibe, wondering if it would ever stop. Finally, one day it stopped. I was relieved, so were my teachers. Then they told me I had to go to college. Got to college, didn’t bother going much so I enjoyed it. Unfortunately, like Twin Peaks, it too came to an end. At first this was cool, for I dig free time. But then a rumor spread that I had to do this wholly unnatural thing called work. Turns out, scientifically, {me} and {work} were not compatible (see, I learned something scientific in school). Yet here I am still doing it, so perhaps I learned nothing. And that is what is going on with life.

Being Iconoclastically Misunderstood

That I'm a creep. Seriously, I spread unease like pigs spread swine flu. Don't believe me? I met Thom Yorke in NYC back in the day before RadioHead made it big and he was like, "Damn, you are a fook'n (cuz that's how he talks) muse! I gotta write a song about you!" Then he tried to kiss me and I poked him in the eye. The eye never fully recovered and the rest is history.

Pumpkin Pie

I read the grooves of the crust with my fingers
I watch the top slowly turn darker shades through heat
I listen to the silent hiss of steam escape as it cools
On occasion, I even eat a slice.

It's not weird, it's tasty

So the news says there is going to be a pumpkin shortage this thanksgiving. If this turns out to be the one true thing the news says, I'm going to find the news and kick it in the shin...hard!

The six people I'll meet here. Hey, it's not illegal if we're not all married.

(kidding)

So not kidding

You and you and you and you and you

If you say it to the tune of the Sound of Music, it flows much better, and who doesn't like lederhosen

I’ve begun to grow bananas and bamboo in my backyard,. My body can sustain itself on nothing but pumpkin pie for at least six days in a row, though undoubtedly that is not something I should do often if ever again. My car seats say “Beatles.” I have a vending machine company yet don’t drink soda. I really like basketball, though I know it’s a horrible social distraction burgeoning with inequality and bias. Recently I’ve taken to cooking buffalo burgers…they're really good, I could go for one right now. I can play four notes of “Lean on Me” on the piano. I like to read, even if the book has no pictures. Writing and drawing are fun too. I have no tattoos and no piercings, even though I think both can be very sexy. I don’t wear any jewelry, or even a watch for that matter. I'm a member of prance-oholics anonymous, but I keep falling off the wagon. Even my basketball shoes have Velcro.

Anything resonates

If something resonates, you worry me...
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