Everything has recently became Nothing and then spontaneously became Everything again and ate My Television, only to regurgitate it 7 minutes later with my missing car keys, only to discover your car has been stolen later that afternoon when you needed it. ....About Me, Well what can one really say about ones self without blending the truth with the fiction. I am only what I reflect, therefore I am Me. I Write. Then I Write some more. Soon I have Written A lot. Then I Read It. Then I Re-Write It In Hopes Of Not Making The Original Writing And The Subsequent Reading A Waste Of Time. Perhaps, If I Reach This Level, I Will Add To The Writing Later. Sometimes This Becomes An Indefinite Process.....which in retrospect makes the entire situation WAY more complicated then it really has to be, but what can you do when you live in perpetual commotion.
I Like To Paint As well, Although They Are Mostly Crude, Disturbing and Only Interesting To Myself. My Hot Woman is way better at it, which is one of a multitude of reasons why I Love her immensely. Moreover, I must travel. Its Required. Somewhere in my genetic past my ancestry must have been nomadic or strictly insane. I've seen a lot, So, Yes It's Reasonable To Assume That I've Done a lot. However That Being Said It Doesn't Make anything I've Done or Seen Reasonable to the slightest degree... Somewhere Between These Things (which recently bears a wide birth) I make music. I Really Like It Too, But I Always Find My Ability To Play In Direct Conflict With My Physical Need To Sleep. Which Comes And Goes On Its Own Accord.....
I find several issues of life in general can be reflected in the same way. They come and they go. Love, Strife, Pain, Hope etc. Monuments to what it means to be alive, and that I think, is my motivation. All this considered I'm completely unaware of my life's purpose, but of course, so is everyone else who's not a thief. I find it actually an advantage in most situations, although I would like to get something nailed down before I forget who I am or what I was doing with all that time. My favorite memories seem to be the ones I can't exactly remember, but you can make out the outline if you keep from blinking for an hour. I have Two beautiful daughters, Ones intelligence rivals most adults, and the other is going to be an astronaut or a race car driver. Otherwise known as the 13th Beaver. Concurrently preparations are being made in a certain Secret Organizations Underground Laboratory for my Grandest Adventure yet. Personal suggestions lean to the probability I will eventually climb Mt. Everest, dead or alive. Either way my friends will be there.
I'm a Triple threat Scorpio with a vendetta complex and a formidable vocabulary, so don't cross me. Otherwise I'm a very patient guy, usually nice too. Any further inquires about me should be directed towards my Attorney. Perhaps read a blog or two. I'm not into the whole "You Seem Interesting, Tell me about yourself Phenomenon". Also in equal certainty I will produce little or no effort to exchange the above mentioned dialog unless I'm provoked by a curiosity of intelligence or a respectful demeanor. further more, I'm currently in a Permanently Wonderful Relationship (PWR) and have absolutely NO desire to explore Any other Position. So please no high school grab ass behavior or comments. I have a delete function and I know how to use it. Oh by the way, Hi, I'm Me. Or wait. Maybe I'm not. Either way its nice to introduce myself, when the occasion arises. I'd shake your hand but I have found this process to be rather futile and my attempts continue without success due to the fact my Hand is Currently Analog as opposed to the necessary Digital required to accomplish before mentioned greeting. This, it seems has gone on long enough. If you simply require more information to process what has now become a very detailed map of confusion. Refer to the Encyclopedia. Look under "C". I'm in there. A lot of people reside inside of me, and although my Gross National Product is Extremely Low, I do make a good place for refugees from Dar Fur. Or do I....
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