i'm a guitar/drum playing, computer using, t-shirt collecting, videotape watching/making, pyrex handling, multiple meaning inducing, anatomy studying, human condition observing, peanut butter and jelly/grilled cheese sandwich eating, lemonade/root beer drinking guy.
do you ever stop and think about words?
like for instance 'entity'.. what a great word. say it out loud a few times slowly for the full effect.
or even better, 'entities' .. seems like a place i would wanna be.
that's what i'm talking about..
my name is patrick. i am twenty-seven years old. i live in lake highlands, my neighbors live in the surrounding houses.
i believe in taking care of myself, in a balanced diet, in a rigorous exercise routine. in the morning, if my face is a little puffy, i'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. i can do a thousand now.
after i remove the icepack, i use a deep pore-cleanser lotion. in the shower, i use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey-almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub.
then i apply an herb mint facial masque which i leave on for ten minutes while i prepare the rest of my routine.
i always use an after-shave lotion with little or no alcohol because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm, followed by a final moisturizing "protective" lotion...
there is an idea of a patrick, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though i can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping you and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: i simply am not there.
o_O x_X