Coy

My brain is somewhat omnipresent, I have an obsession with the concept of alter egos, I put ketchup on anything I can, I like music, books, and smart and interesting people (nearly non-existent). The only time I am full of myself (and know it) is through the composition of things like this: Always a sickly child, young Coy decided to partake in athletic activities perhaps simultaneously motivated by his ner idle mind. Only extreme physical activity could numb his grey matter addiction...Then matriculation into college yielded a falling away from the physical and into the more musical and pursuits of intellect. Here, he found the dynamism of his person, the tendency toward unhindered thought and expression, an overload, a rolling ride of fantasm, then a newfound desire for mindlessness, a sporadic return to the extreme physical exertion, the freedom it provided...Now in the world of jobs, he yearns again, will have again someday, that whirlwind life ....someday...but till then dibble-dabbles at the following address in his verbosity: www.xanga.com/cocoy3