hard to wrap up, but i'm up to the challenge. i love to write. i'm a writer, a poet, a thinker; an alliterate and elaborate waste of time. i'd like to call myself an intellectual, but it comes off sounding incredibly pretentious. i'd like to call myself non-religious, yet spiritual, but it's a trite description, fluffy even. or how about a student? that's a good one, and yet here i am writing this instead of reading up for my huge sociology exam tomorrow. there are endless others, music lover, occultist, chain smoker, nerd, etc., all either too obscure or too sobering, all fitting pieces that comprise the puzzle that is me. i think i make for an interesting painting, but i'll warn anyone outright that most have found the pieces too many and too scattered to merit completion (i guess if you've read this far you're one of the few, the proud, the interesting. . .and ultimately interested i suppose). perhaps this is fitting anyway at this point in my life.

at this point i'm not looking for any seriously serious romantic entanglements. i'm taken, swept away and off with my head. there's no escaping the payoff for cruel deeds done to you.

i am a hopeless romantic at heart. what i had missed mostly about having a companion isn't sex, but cuddling, affection, touch. touch is a testament to a trust that transcends the mundane for being a thorn in the side of cold rationalism. i've looked and been found, found the warmth and reassurance of touch.

to talk about my personality a bit: first off i'm generally laid back. but i analyze everything all the time (the test and these questions are difficult, being philosophically open-ended), so get me in critical conversation and it's almost like meeting an entirely different person. that is if i'm comfortable with you. this takes awhile for me. like i mentioned, i'm incredibly shy offline. my range for appreciation in the arts and media is broad, but i couldn't accurately say that i like just about anything. from the archaic to the futuristic, my tastes are obscure and hard to validate. they're a part of me, and i'm weird. that's all i can really say about that. i read a lot of non-fiction, getting my fill of fiction from films. i've been known to be pretty lazy at times, i go through writers' block of the imagination as well as the motivation to move. i'm a breathing dichotomy, a walking conflict of interests, silly but serious, bored but overwhelmed. i'm too open-minded and too opinionated at the same time. i find truth in simplicity but joy in complexity. and obviously, yes, i ramble when i'm not mumbling. . .

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there are potential accomplishments that appeal to me, but my only real occupational aspiration is to become a fairly well-known, fairly widely-published poet. right now i'm where ever i am. i don't believe that i need to be anywhere. i'm doing what it takes right now to slowly recover from years of lying, cheating, thieving roommates and house situations. i've moved back home, and i work at Pizza Hut. nothing amazing. not from an outsider's view looking down. i'm neither impressed with or embarrassed of myself professionally. i can do better. someday i will. not much else to say. i write poetry, blog, and download music when i'm not making money making pizzas for the public.

i would say poetry. others have said i'm an expert hugger. i'm good with words and better with affection, because i'm no good at speaking.

people always tell me my eyes; beyond physically it's scattershot. when people first meet me in a group i hear things like, "you don't say much." if only they knew what they were getting into. in a month's time that same person might be begging me to shut up.

Conversation With God series, post-modern fiction, Salman Rushdie, prose-poetry, zines, the books you find in the New Age or Occult section, graphic novels,

Lost In Translation, Waking Life, Garden State, Triplets of Bellville, Donnie Darko, lots more, the lot of which i'm too lazy to work out of my brain and list.

i love cheese. i love grains, especially bran anything. pancakes are fantastic foodstuff. coffee and chai for beverages non-intoxicating. veggies veggies veggies; i like spinach, peas, squash, tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, well this could go on and on but i will say that i fucking hate hate hate hate hate onions (especially when mispronounced "ung-yuns" it's "un-yun" people).

hypothetically i'll say my poetry notebook, a pen, and sporadic privacy. to be pertinent, however, openness, honesty, and affection in a relationship (but now with Sarah, this indeed is no longer pertinent as it is a so-called need so satisfied and met with passion)

life, reality, the cosmos. mystery, paradox. philosophy, academic philosophy, espcially meta-ethics and epistemology. religion. my dreams. people and psychological/sociological issues. my future, and the future in general. music.

working at Pizza Hut. it's a Thursday through Sunday business, as they say . . .

if it tickles your fancy. even if it's negative. i love feedback. words will always find warm welcome here.