I'm an artist.
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I'm acquisitive, agog, ambitious, antsy, anxious, appetent, ardent, athirst, avid, breathless, covetous, craving, desiring, desirous, dying to, earnest, enthusiastic, fervent, fervid, greedy, gung ho, hankering, heated, hot, hungry, impatient, intent, keen, longing, pining, raring, restive, restless, self-starting, solicitous, thirsty, vehement, voracious, warm-blooded, wild, wishful, yearning, and zealous!
What happens when an irresistible force collides with an immovable object?
Fourth generation in a family of artists and engineers, I have spent my entire life surrounded by creative people who constantly provided outlets to push me to explore my own talents. I thrive on challenges and experiences and learn quickly as I adapt to the constant renovation of the creative world.
I work and go to school and have very little time for much else, but when I do, I like to spend it with close friends and make art! I'm fun, crazy and weird. I have a machete, a can of silly string, saran wrap, caution tape and a baseball bat in the trunk of my car. I can come up with the craziest stuff to entertain you for hours and hours. If I wasn't speaking baby talk to my eighty pound dalmatian he wouldn't know what to do with himself. I drive fast and aggressively- It's like a high speed chess game. I sing loudly and out of tone/beat/a few syllabless off when I'm alone in my car and sometimes when I'm not. I dance in the car too. I love to dance. The louder, faster, more intense the music the better. I'm loud, obnoxious, narcissistic, spiteful, merciless, aggressive, loving, forgiving, honestly loyal, the underdog for everyone without a champion. I stutter. I speak to other stutters about what they can accomplish if they believe in themselves. That conquering the world is not impossible. That the only thing that holds you back is your fear. I get joy out of making people who would attempt to make fun of my stutter feel such utter shame. It sounds mean, but that person is that ignorant piece of shit kid that pushed you around and pulled your underwear up over your head or picked at you so much you actually began to believe the vial things that spewed from his lips. He's all grown up now and still terrorizing people because he's incapable of dealing with his own insecurities. Sometimes, I get it in my head that I was put on this earth to dispose of such witless waist. A little Hitler-esque, I guess.. I despise ignorance and even more so, when people rely on it to get them out of situations like its a viable excuse for doing something wrong...
..I have no desire for apathetic individuals who do not share the same ambitious and ardently zealous spirit I do. Understand that, know that, and please don't add me. You are nothing to me and keeping up pleasantries with slothly people is a waist of my time. Please don't desire to be anything to me if you are nothing to yourself.
I want people who want to use me. I want people I can use. I want people with talent. Desire. Lust. A capacity for more than can be thought in a life time. I have an insatiable desire to learn what can only be taught by other human beings with the same unquenchable thirst. I am a satist with passion only for conquering. Satisfy me and I will be more than willing to satisfy you.
Satist?
For those of you who think I have misspelled the word "sadist", I actually made the word in question up. It's "satist" as in "someone one who is looking to be full or gratified beyond the point of satisfaction; surfeit." In the whole english dictionary, there is not a word that could describe me, so I took it upon myself to create one.
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