Disclaimer: This is an experiment in broadcastiong something I don't actually want read. Like holding up a sign that reads, "Look away". My preference is to preach the acclaims of those I admire rather than my own. So, it's time for fluff fiction...When I first came into consciousness? Mmmh, a place where the sea meets the foam, a bottle rolled up, the cork was pulled and a palm full of suds cleansed the salt stains from my shaking body while a tide of undulating wisdom freed my soul and sent it, like a pelican, across the shores of Pangea. I've tried contacting that pelican, to find out my destiny; things like the coexistence of time, what's with autistics and tellepathy, and questioning goodbye to a true love, but he's always got his damn jaw full! My soul is about 700,000 years old and I can't grab a moment of guidance on formulating metaphors? Most things are tangible, like widgets, or trying to develope an unseen relationship with God. But, I'm ahead of myself...God? There she is. It's just the influence of the surf. And, where the hell is that pelican?
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Those who inspire because they have a passion for life through love.
