Prone to prose, though try not to pose, as I am as I am and to present any different would run counter to this whole intent.
I constantly create and consistently debate whether that in itself would an artist does make.
Can't carry a tune but just can't stop me from singing, I have rhythm hard won over miles on foot in the dusty desert sun.
If i don't make you laugh initially I'll soon stop trying but certainly won't stop being silly.
My passion is my ambition and my occupation a mission to make machines that make the flames less threatening to my consumers most precious commodity: keep the alive still living.
Not sure if this word play was inspired or a notion long since left to lay on the back burner of my brain, and if you find you're not interested in the roundabout manner I've listed my description in, I think that that's great time is too precious to waste but I am a very capable and willing friend.
Making machines that save lives and property.
Actively seeking knowledge, attempting to better myself.
I want to teach the skills I possess to anyone who wants to learn them, and I want to learn what others wish to teach.
Lately I have ventured into performance arts; acting in plays and short films, and forming a band.
- Rolling joints and cigarettes.
- Making pizza in a professional kitchen.
- The Utilization of psychoactive substances.
- A mystery skill generally performed in the bedroom.
Some quick stuff, off the cuff:
Music: Rasputina, Clutch, Bjork, PJ Harvey, Tool, Marty Robbins ect.
Books: Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, George R.R. Martin, Ursula K. Le Guin, and Frank Herbert.
TV/Movies: sci fi, comic related, beautiful, lyrical, atmospheric, frightening and wondrous.
Food: Love the stuff. Only real lapse in my semblance of civilization is the manner in which I consume food. I'm told it can be....a spectacle?
Maybe my list became things I'm very thankful for. Things are just that.
I never want to face losing a sense or use of my body.
Also: I am as completely fascinating as I am utterly dull.