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About Me

"When it rains, it is because he is thinking about something sad. Even his parents advice is insightful. One time he dialed a wrong number even though the person on the other end wouldn't admit it. His shirts never wrinkle. He is left handed, and right handed. If interesting was a gland, his would be larger than most mens lower intestine. If he mailed a letter with no postage, it would arrive there anyway. His charisma can be seen from outerspace. He, is Mason Andrew Kimball"//////////////////////////////////////////////After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. And you begin to learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong, and you really do have worth. And you learn, and you learn. With every goodbye, you learn...
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Mason Andrew Kimball
Birthday: December 19th, 1987
Birthplace: Exeter, New Hampshire
Current Location: Newton, New Hampshire
Eye Color: Blue/green depending on the light...
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6'
Right Handed or Left Handed: Right
Your Heritage: English/Greek
The Shoes You Wore Today: Arto Etnies
Your Weakness: Pretty girls dig graves...
Your Fears: Being lost.
Your Perfect Pizza: Hawiian
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Start a fire with two sticks.
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: "Heh"
Thoughts First Waking Up: What time is work?
Your Best Physical Feature: Eyes? Smile?...I have no idea. You tell me.
Your Bedtime: Whenever...but I'm pretty reasonable, usually.
Your Most Missed Memory: If I remembered, it wouldn't be a missed memory.
Pepsi or Coke: Cannot compute - Rockstar Energy Drink wins by default.
MacDonalds or Burger King: Between the two, my loyalty lies with the King.
Single or Group Dates: Single, group dates can be awkward...
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Uhm...Nestea makes Enviga. So Nestea.
Chocolate or Vanilla: Dark Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: ...If I had to choose: Coffee. I can live without either of them.
Do you Smoke: Nope
Do you Swear: Fuck no.
Do you Sing: Professional Lounge Singer.
Do you Shower Daily: Yarp
Have you Been in Love: I was spoonfed enough bullshit to think I was...
Do you want to go to College: I'm already there!
Do you want to get Married: Ofcourse, someday.
Do you belive in yourself: I believe you suck at spelling...And yeah, when you've got nothing left to lose, confidence in yourself is all you need.
Do you get Motion Sickness: Only when I read in cars...which is rare.
Do you think you are Attractive: Expecting me to brag or something? I'll be humble and say I'm comfortable with my appearance.
Are you a Health Freak: I wouldn't go that far...
Do you get along with your Parents: Yeah, my parents are the shit. I could thank them for all they've done until my voice fails me and still it wouldn't be enough.
Do you like Thunderstorms: Love thunderstorms, and snow...
Do you play an Instrument: Clarinet, some drums, and a small amount of experience with synthesizers and scratching/mixing on turntables.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Hmmm, yes.
In the past month have you Smoked: Nope
In the past month have you been on Drugs: Nah
In the past month have you gone on a Date: A few
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Nah, I avoid that place whenever possible...Full of dumbass kids trying too hard to be cool, or uncool.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: Doug found a picture of an actual box of Oreos...because I said Oreos only come in bags or those tray dealies. I stand corrected, but no one in their right mind could eat that whole box and survive.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Yeah, actually. At an overpriced chinese buffet.
In the past month have you been on Stage: Yes, but there was no one around I was just effing around...
In the past month have you been Dumped: Nope.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: Yaaaaarp.
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: Hearts, then wallets.
Ever been Drunk: Yes.
Ever been called a Tease: Yeah.
Ever been Beaten up: Surprisingly, no. But you should've seen the other guy.
Ever Shoplifted: Nah, I'm not a big fan of price inflation....unless I just decide I'll steal everything I need for the rest of my life. But I'm not about to do that you cheap-ass, shoplifting sons of bitches/bitches of sons.
How do you want to Die: On the moon! I'm gonna' be the first ghost of the moon, you just wait!!
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Holy American Emperor
What country would you most like to Visit: Iceland, mighty ducks 2 says it's green there..and Greenland is Ice. WTF!?!
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: Any
Favourite Hair Color: Any...but I'm kind of partial to brunettes now.
Short or Long Hair: Long hair is attractive to me, but short hair looks good on certain girls....We're talking about on the girl's head, yeah?
Height: Any
Weight: Anything as long as it's healthy looking...Too many girls think they need to be sickly thin to be attractive, and it's fucking disgusting.
Best Clothing Style: I like unique styles...but I dislike people who try to dress to be cool or different. Yeah, you're different, just like everyone else.
Number of Drugs I have taken: Illegal? None, that I know of...but there was that one date...
Number of CDs I own: Too many to count.
Number of Piercings: None
Number of Tattoos: Zero, but I've got sketches of stuff I want, whatever.
Number of things in my Past I Regret: Nothing, the past is the past...and as long as I gained insight no happening was worthless. I wouldn't be who I am now without those successes and failures. Thank you, my friends and you too, assholes.My life's a combination of my past achievements, with a lot of heavy lifting, lot of deep breathing. A lot of courage, lot of doubts, a lot of mixed feelings. A lot of love, and lots of luggage for a lot of reasons./////////////////////////////////////////You need only know that I'm unrelenting, nothing breaking, never ending, seldom bending.Did you know Mason Kimball considers himself a real person with feelings just like you and I?

My Interests

Friends, Zombies, Zombie Friends, Electronica, Underground Hip-hip, Reading, Writing, Drawing, Horror Movies, Tai Chi Chuan, Busting a groove, The Iron Palm, Cow Tipping, Hacky Sac, Sugar Shouldering, Sexing, Teeth-punting, Orphan feasting, Freestyling, Ass-whooping, Raving, Video-Games, Dancing in the Rain, Crooks Pharmacy, Blight Aid, Capitilizing My Interests.

I'd like to meet:

Do you have a pulse? Nothing is more fascinating in this world than the people who occupy it. Everybody's got a story... Hell, I'd even be your friend if you didn't have a pulse. Thats right...I'm talking to you, Fridgey.

Music:

NO CHOICE BUT TO BUILD IT! You could not have known this before. You needed to see it done to redo it. It's like when you're a kid and you think your room is perfect-- a little messy maybe, but generally, perfect. Your favorite stuff is all around you within arms reach of the bed, and you're happy with that. Your friends come over and they think your room is perfect, too. They look around and say shit like "Cool room, dude," or just "Totally..".But now, after all the trouble of getting your room right, you're seeing it through your friend's eyes, you see yourself through your friend's eyes, and you have this Peggy Lee moment, "Is that all there is?" you think, "Is it all just synthesizers and snare-rushes?", because you know that things are missing. You thought it was perfect but now you see the imperfections. You thought it was full. But where's Paris? Where's that gauzy Pink Floyd thing you love so much? Or The Dogs? Or the Beatle's tricks and the Simon and Garfunkel harmonies? Or My Bloody Valentine? Damn..and what about the whole, effing sonic map of rock n' roll? Where's that?So before you know it, a massive remodel is underway. You're moving things in as fast as you can. Filling in gaps, and all too soon you're drowning in desire. Up to your ears in all the things you love and want to do. And you know that you should throw things out, but you know that you won't. So, finally, you face it. You have a room full of magic and it's a mess. So you start slow. You take this little guitar lick, lay it on a bassline, and put a little bit of your heart on it. That'll have to do for now. Then there's this word and this noise that would go so well together, so you put them together and lay them on the floor. Then you get depressed, overwhelmed; there are still a million things around and you want to start throwing things away, but you don't. You call in your friends and they bring even more stuff with them -- hooks, shticks, guitars, and grievances -- but that works fine. Susan, for instance, is really pissed off about the war. "The war?" you think, but musical things start sticking to the idea of being pissed off about the war, because you can't have rock n' roll and not be just a little pissed off.Then, inevitably, you get pissed off at your friends. They're in your space, but you don't throw them out. You make music out of that anxiety, together. Now it's feeling like the real world. Now the stylish stuff that breaks your heart, the elegant confessions, the whispers of techno-deluxe, start feeling less like style and more like your actual feelings. And you're picking up gold dust from the floor and sewing it through the music like seeds along a cotton row. And it starts to rock -- as everything worth doing does, And your room gets bigger, more spacious and gracious, like a ballroom on Mars, where we can dance, if we wish, with our mirrored aviators on.

Movies:

A like the cult classics, zombie movies, comedy, some sci-fi, but again...if it shows heart, I'm all for it.

Television:

I have one, yes.

Books:

I have some, yes.

Heroes:

All MC's, DJ's, Artists, Singers and Songwriters striving to keep their craft alive and strong.

My Blog

Matter vs. Spirit

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessnessBy the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breathGrandma asked me what I'm running forI guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning forWhat mothers...
Posted by Wolfgang on Mon, 03 Sep 2007 06:47:00 PST

The First Time I went on a Rollercoaster

The first time I went on a roller-coaster. The feeling was absolutely untouchable. It is solid-gold. It is addictive and dangerous and ferocious. The sounds of the wheels slamming across the meta...
Posted by Wolfgang on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 07:19:00 PST

The Old Woman and the Cats

I was born to be alive, and simultaneously, to die. You know? When you think of all the people that are not alive, that once were, it makes me feel very lucky to have a life at all. I want to use it o...
Posted by Wolfgang on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 07:03:00 PST

Being a Friend is a Fine Art

Being a friend is a fine art. Two people who are compatible with each other share more than strong feelings of love and affection. They also can share interests and ideas and feelings about all kinds ...
Posted by Wolfgang on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 01:53:00 PST

This Is Everything

This is not anything.THIS IS EVERYTHING-ONLY YOU CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN.OUT LAST.WORK HARDER, AND EVEN HARDER.WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE WITH THIS DAY?YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE.DON'T BE A FUCKING WIMP. BE STRONG...
Posted by Wolfgang on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 01:21:00 PST

That Other Person

The thing itself, or that other person is doing nothing. Even if they were making conscious efforts to bring it down, it's ultimately always us who would allow them to do it or would allow ourselves t...
Posted by Wolfgang on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 01:06:00 PST

Doing Something

Would you give up all you've got to get the things you want? And would you give up all you want to keep the things you've got? It's all pointing towards your desire! And even more than that, it's abou...
Posted by Wolfgang on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:55:00 PST

I Can Get a Full Force to Spread

I can get a full force to spread, and get its grips on you and some other people, then that was a good thing. It will never end, and it will never be satisfied. There is no point of reaching an ultima...
Posted by Wolfgang on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:32:00 PST

Our Time Has Come!

Our time has come! This is our chance, and to let it pass by would be an absolute disgrace! This is our time, and not just our time, but ALL people, it is ALL of our times! We are not just individuals...
Posted by Wolfgang on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 10:49:00 PST