Ichabod...^v^

About Me: Personally:

Honesty is of the utmost importance to me -- enough that I would list it as the first thing you should know about me here. Truth is not something to be feared, it is the antidote to disharmony. I won't lie to you, so please don't sacrifice the respect I give to you by lying to me. The knots you tie will come undone with time, and you will hang by your own rope.

"run as long as you can, until you know what I mean."
- Faith and the Muse

I tend to be rather quiet in person, at least when first we meet. It throws some people off, but it's not because I hate you. I'm nice, but not very outgoing. I usually don't speak freely until I've watched and listened for a while. After that, I hope you like dry humor, because I keep it on tap.

I hold the blessing and the curse of idealism close to me at all times. Perhaps as a result, I call myself a romantic and an artist. I prize the art of anything above any other way in which it might be valuable, and I feel the need to create the elements that I think this world is missing. I enjoy the fruits of technology, but I believe that most of mankind has strayed too far from nature. I like to do things the hard way sometimes, just to prove to myself that the hard way hasn't been forgotten.

The world is not a still-life, and I am not an island, so my philosophy is constantly developing. I'm very liberal when it comes to the lives of others, because there's really no telling how long each of us has been trying to figure this whole thing out. As much as we all love black and white images, life holds an infinite palette of greys. I not only expect the unexpected, I need it sometimes.

If spirituality is a lifelong journey, then religion is the folly of a man who gave up too soon.

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" Only art means anything. "
--Edward Gorey

That quote says a lot for my personal philosophy. By "art," I mean more than just the stereotypical images it conjures (people in paint-spattered overalls that like to frequent coffee shops, etc...). Art is a broad term, existing in a limitless world. It may be hidden under layers of false expectations, socially distorted goals, and years of misdirection, but everybody has a passion, an art. In the end, it's the only thing that really matters. Everything else is fleeting and subject to change without warning or apparent justification.

Although we've been told by wiser (wo)men for lifetimes that none of the day-to-day concerns we choke our happiness on will really matter once we realize our deathbeds, we still waste most of our energy trying to improve our status, make more money, gain more power, or outrun the competition. We are all so hopelessly entangled in the ocean of materialism that we can not pierce the surface long enough to notice that we're lost at sea.

The words of our elders have always been simple. A lust for life is just that. We wither in life for lack of desire -- to achieve, to express, to realize, to understand, to transcend. To truly live is to find ways in which you might give life, in this world, to the elements of the world you dream from -- to be the vessel, and to recognize how all the veins are interwoven.

That's what you'll reach for when you're dying, and what you'd miss if everything was gone. It's how you live that keeps you alive.

Art is the imagination made real. Love is the realization of what had only been imagined.

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General Interests:
Playing, writing, DJ'ing, living, and breathing music. Painting, Drawing, Sculpting, Photography, Graphic Design. Lyrics, Confessions, & Poetry. A Constantly evolving personal Philosophy. Horror, the macabre, the part of a person's mind that scares them. The darkness & what waits for me there. Vast landscapes, long pathways, tunnels, corridors, and huge structures. Endless, thick, forests. Blood, anatomy, and our failing structure. Graveyards, cemeteries, deteriorating statues, broken gates, and rock walls. Forgotten empty houses. The feel of Autumn, the sound of dead leaves underfoot, and the smell of a distant fire. Bright eyes, round faces, and pale skin. Cosmetics for the sake of unreality and art. Laughter, Hilarity, Immaturity, Oblivion, Escapism. Travel. Theatres, playhouses, halls, and ballrooms. Period Pieces. Drama... on a stage, where it belongs. The honest conversations people aren't afraid to have when drunk. Telling people what I really want them to know while I have the chance. The Truth, no matter how much it hurts...

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