Oooo - call on me; call on me! Whew! I'm cool, suave, a regular ladies man. Nothing spectacular ... except me! Ok, i'm also funny [sometimes].
Eye Popping, shin kicking and radical. Like a cowboy on peyote, I'm a firecracker for Love and Buddha. My sign is the one painted on the road and it's forever changing - left turn, right turn, straight ahead ... sometimes it says do not enter. I've never figured out if the signs are for me or someone else - any input?
My left leg is scarred from western medicine and heart is scarred from southern Baptist religion. I continue to scar my lungs with nicotine and tar. One day self-destruction won't be such a God like trait. A seed on the wind, I'll pledge allegiance to very few. A consummate dictator, I rule with light nudges. Exercise kindness often, or risk of consumption increases. Play with a neighbor; Frost was right - walls stop growth.
I make choices on the information I have at the time - if it's a bad choice, Ive no regret. I am only responsible for every single being in the universe - whether I know it or not. I struggle for confidence the realms of mind and heart. I've never doubted my abilities in dying - it's only my ability to live that I worry about. I love Calvin and Hobbes. Structure doesn't support me, so I don't support it. Organization is for those who despise exploration. I love exploration. I will not be kept to one geography for long; there must be Gypsy in my ancestry.
I am a dreamer and I dream of things better than they are - some call it cynicism, I call it ambition. The cynic only finds the problems, I find problems and their solutions.
