Mark

Solar-powered cliche encyclopedia. Prone to bad timing. Values the "little things" more, and henceforth is unconcerned about your current profession. Former turd-polisher. Aware as of late. Is known to sit on a beach for hours on end. Needs to be close to large masses of water. Will occasionally break out in laughter when involved in or imagining moments of absurdity. Will only settle for dark colors in wood grain. Has a penchant for classical music with the morning drive. Friend to children and domesticated animals everywhere. Has been known to write notes in the steam on the bathroom mirror, and will warm up the sheets in winter before someone gets in bed. Secretly wants a mohawk. Would like to get ink also, but my indecisiveness provokes fear, thus preventing me to do so. Prefers small things, like chihuahuas, mini coopers, Herve Villachaise, short hair, and brunettes under 5'4". Although completely unopposed to the other end of the spectrum, which has been par for the course. (like Beam instead of Jack. Equally satisfying, sometimes more, yet you know you're a "Jack man". Does that make sense?) Sometimes questions self and makes bad analogies. Dream job is to be a filmmaker, chainsaw sculptor, or apache helicopter pilot. Hates plantlife that's pointy. Currently grieving hip-hop. Has an affinity for Rube Goldberg machines, for their unecessary mechanical processes to achieve one simple task is somewhat autobiographical. Loathes unecessary wierdness. Takes bad pictures, usually while blinking or caught off-guard with the "candid shot". I hate those.....it's like doing a drive-by.....evil. All in all, Profoundly Gumpish.