If the wind blows softly,
my heart takes the shape of a girl.
If the wind won't leave the cane fields,
my heart takes the shape of a millenary cow pie.
–Fedrico Garcia Lorca (translated by Greg Simon)
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What can be said and what can be left alone? Who knows. To start off I'l tell you what I enjoy. I love music prefably that which is good. I very much enjoy writing like a crazy man eats his own fingers and i love to read, more so than hacking children to pieces. Polatics and social issues take up space in my life. I suppose I consider myself a liberal but when you get down to it, all that feels true is that people are poeple, all systems have problems, and freedom is a fish you can't catch without getting your hands a little wet. In many ways I prefer observing and asking questions instead of trying to find answers. I think that mystery will reaveal itself more fully when it is left alone to ponder... Ultimatly, one must feel comfortable with the unknowns because time is to valuable to be filled with the endless question. I have no real goals except to be a writer and to let experience and thought carry me over the piles of wasted humans that let their televisions and X-boxes have possesion over what little mind they have left. At the end of the day I suppose I'm just another satanic existentialist poet who enjoys surrealism and attempts to live the life of a romantic epecurian trying not to betray a sense of objectivist self as Ayn Rand would have had it...I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
