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I laugh, a lot. Mostly at myself. I feel like a very old soul, without the wrinkled respect, I think really I am just a boy viewing this world through my jaded half-grown eyes. I love dogs, I have a real weakness for them, but I act like a cat, even though I love it when you scratch behind my ears. Have been refered to as a walking contradiction wrapped in double-entendres. I hate War, and guns, but I love a heated paint ball match. Nature is my religion, it makes me smile the way you can't find in photographs. I hate shoes, and socks, and really clothes in general, I say that in the midst of a love affair with a pair of cowboy boots. I do in fact "get some funky high off yellow sun". I don't listen to the radio, or even have one in my car, but music moves me in ways foreplay can't. I believe music can be found in the roots of most everything. I don't say much anymore, despite feeling like I have something to say, I guess I'm trying to be the listener I'm waiting to find. I really not trying to change the world anymore, I think the world is as it should be, trying hard to change myself though, maybe the world will follow suit. Disclaimer: Anything I've said so far could at some point be proven wrong.