Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though, in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean, there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type I'm like, 'hey boy, Cosmic Cobalt!' and he's like, 'oh, you mean blue!' and he goes off on his blue thing, and I'm like, 'no - I want Cosmic Cobalt!'"D16 Music/Books are my perfered escape from reality.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
And the hardest part
was letting go & not taking part
What wasted unconditional love
On somebody who doesn't believe in that stuff.
