Madâ„¢

MAD IS IN DA HOUSE . :D
I have less allegiance, but I’m committed with my faith.
I value sneakers more than my report card.
I value friends more than money. *sarcasm*
I date my aesthetic heritage from Impressionism.
I know who I am and what I stand for.
I like my solitude… green teas, pizzas and day dreams.
I do not recognize the lines drawn between LOVE and HATRED since the
last time that someone swore.
I’m always stretching to reach beyond myself – I make a little stretch
each time, but I remain myself.
My convictions are deep and lasting.
My world has been broadened when a story like Hell’s Kitchen comes along.
My inspiration returns quicker when identity and the work stream is
maintained.
Believes that Icarus is not a t-shirt or a swan song.
Recoils in anguish from pointless pride.
Fear of snakes and needles. Dreamer.
Plastically, I’m a snob.
A fool spent from defiance.
The controls of my music are not outside the daily vision of common
appreciators. (Green day, Incubus, Hale)
Soliloquy sufferer.
Vodkaholic.
Regardless of others, ever grateful to others.
What I assume ensue.
Steady trips oftentimes.
Gawks at the stars almost every night.
Objective and pessimistic at the same time, why should I presume?
Hate me, like me, love me, disgust me… I need a faker and a friend for the steadiness and the sense of balance.
The visions and apparitions are very public and I hope mine intersects my adjectives.
I don’t expect neither arrogant compensations and compliments from anybody nor bleeps or hate-mails from whoeverthefuck you are, just be noted that: YOU CAN’T SEE ME FROM WHERE YOU STOOD. Now go ahead, make my day!
ABSOLUTELY MAD