Phil Neutral

I was only born once. It took like 26 hours. I’m not an adrenaline junky I'm willing to try most anything that doesn't require extensive safety training. Birth was not bungy jumping. Maybe I still need to cut the cord. I love my mother. I still remember when I was three, asking my mom if I could feed the goldfish one time when she was in a heated phone conversation. Her mind was elsewhere, and I took that as a yes. For their last meal, the goldfish were to dine on macaroni au gratin. This was my first encounter with death: We flushed their limp bodies down the toilet. Things were making a little more sense to me. I began to wonder where things went when they were flushed. Images swam around in my brain. A deep, dark, endless pit I thought. I had to ask Mom. She told me: the sewer. A chain of thought emerged, and I needed to understand this. "What is a sewer?" I asked. Although she was still disturbed over the demise of the goldfish, she aided me in apprehending this elusive wisdom. She described superstructures of pipes, gullies, canals, ducts, channels, passages, and tubes that make up this system that is so essential to the existence of the modern man. "Where does all the stuff go?" the line of questioning continued. "Into the ocean, I think," but she wasn't exactly sure where all the effluvium of society truly went. When I was three, I felt something was wrong, but continued to learn that if you aren't watchful, entire sewers of existence go unexplored.Sure, I'm experimenting, here.I'm the kinda guy that is getting rich coffee.My manner might be best thought of as the conversational equivalent of a lazy boy recliner with a built-in head massager.Is “getting to know someone” getting you down? Does it feel like an interrogatory style that is used like a picking tool? Are you tired of being taken to pieces in the name of curiosity? In these cases just say, "Please don't do this to us. We have only just met. Whatever happened to formality? Our love was so new."Ask me anything.Go ahead.Let’s see… I've been told that I’m a good listener. I'm also intense and mellow at the same time.I think we have a good relationship with myself. It's the relationships with others that keep falling apart...New definitions: Fun is an intense process of excited relaxation. You have to attack with the flow and be easy going. This is a ready alert. I often think fun is that extra flavor that the senses add as texture for the mind, a spice for the body, and a mechanical bull for the soul. Fun is climbing up one side and sliding down the other. I've had more fun busting my hump than any lazy cat can find in the shade. I make it fun. Fun is too giddy to mambo. Sometimes it takes a lot of nerve. My fun is more fun than plastic poop at a wedding.Not everything is fun, however.Member of Scar Tissue - yes we are still kicking - the aggressive electronic power from Oakland. Currently working on various projects related to film soundtracks, remixes, and new projects with Scar Tissue, as well as some of this stuff here, below, which are my own scraps and scribbles.For more, CHECK OUT myspace.com/hygiene and myspace.com/scartissue MyGen Profile Generator