I'm Zach. I play a lot of music and I am also a photographer. It's pretty kickass. My biggest fears are being a coconut, invisible, and resolute. I can be serious, but my balls tend to get smashed when I put them out there, so I only do that once every two light years. I also do web design/development, so pay me money.
Other stuff that is good
Aural soundscapes. Warm distortion in intimate sophisto clubs. Girls that hit me back. Matchless™ guitar amps. Eating first born sons like vegetables. I learned a lot about history from listening to Iron Maiden. Books with lots of pictures. The Lizzies. Loud Music Emission. Writing in places I shouldn’t be. Intoxicant fueled love affairs in European hotel rooms. The Getty Museum. Tapping into the creative subconscious. Flokati rugs. Reading the good parts slower. Neo-classicism. I give rad foot massages (to girls). Dean Guitars. Like the Dimebag. They owe me money. Fake Rolexes. Strobism. Girls love having their photo taken. Some are just shy, which is a photo in itself. Arts and Crafts period. Re-posing when they hear the shutter. Dystopic sci fi futures. Eye-to-eye quiet time? Alpine moderates during summer. Gazing at the stars and counting the satellites. Campfires. Hard sport slab in Clear Creek with golden sunsets after work and golden beers in Golden afterward! Quinzhees in winter. Fuck, I wish I had a magical amulet. I’ll settle for a seer stone though. Either one that finds water or gold. I stare down and to the left when I lie. Swinging around on ice with medieval weapons strapped to my hands/feet. Ama Dablam. Sometimes I like to do things alone so I don’t feel like I am being judged. The Palace of Knossos. Sterility feels cold and overly assured. Warm lights. What a convenient time to re-tie your shoes. Random fact, despite EVERYTHING, I have yet to sprain an ankle. Raising the temperature. Saturn V. Platonic relationships with attractive women are still concepts for me. Horror plays. Pixel bruising. I never could beat Mario 2. Auditory and visual. The Sangre De Cristo Wilderness. Fast horses. Voy buscando el guitarra tocar. Hoofin’ it on single track. Secret backcountry hot springs. Silicon impregnated nylon. Existential discussions about the deeper meanings behind Rambo films. Pinch harmonics. American Psycho. The book. The movie. Kerosene and oxygen. Comfy socks. Sandstone. Galactus. drapery in random places. Hating on the missionary position unless I love you. Red Rooms. Heat is better than smoke. Mystic people like Lar’s dad. He’s magical. The universe is a mandelbrot set. Red Sonya. Jeanine Garofalo let me take a picture of her dog at the market. She is short. Kingdom of Fear. Carbon fiber. I’m going to give you a sincere compliment, so be ready. Roman ruins. The Sierra Nevada Range. Limestone. Staring at code. I don’t pretend to comprehend Liber AL vel Legis. Microanalyzing the texture. Finding the weak points. Acute highs. My. Lust. For. High. Heels. Is. Insatiable. I. Wish. I. Could. Turn. Off. My. Attractions. But. Unfortunately. I. Don’t. Get. To. Choose. Them. Duotones. Reading letters we passed around in middle/high school. Double Dragon or Ninja Gaiden? The Hubble Deep Space Telescope. Lizard Head. Capture the expression. Mild highs. Instantiating. Colourful accent lighting and fluffy pillows. Pssst: I liked Das Wilde Leben eventhough I have only seen it with “ugh-“these-suck†English subtitles. Harmonizing. Fidelity. I’ll remember Rasputin when I start my own religion. The guy could do it. The Cascade Range. Nude beaches. I have a Chia Pet™ with no fur. The Rocky Mountain Range. One time I solved a non-linear problem. Cereal. I’m lobbying to get the laws of physics changed. Oyster inlays. The Karakoram Range. I guess I like hyphenating too. Iphigenia, Iliad, Odyssey, The Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides, The Aenid. All those solid old Greek plays/books. I have a soft spot for feminists. Longtime friends. The kind that I would let suck the venom out of an ass cheek. Dodgeball. Girls named Jade. I had this sketch book that I wrote stuff in. It had all my best thoughts perfectly articulated in clever language. I lost it backpacking. Some bear probably shat on it. Movies that push the envelope. Halloween. I love origin stories. Giant snakes and Native American god’s that masturbated themselves into existence. J.R.R. Tolkien. Even when you draw the waitress a picture, she still expects a tip. Especially in Hollywood. Primer is a great colour. It is universal. Except Ford went with yellow for awhile. I can type with an upside down keyboard. Check it out: Kifds;l ghp5hgk NTHjfl8 &*as flembo &&A tart. All day. Soft skin. Testosterone causes me to make scenes in nice restaurants.