And the Gods Would Look Through Mortal Eyes...

In summer's warm embrace
a leaf still falls
heedless of its present
sightless to its end
My life's a show; I'm the deluded, yet loveable hero of the whole thing. I rate myself somewhere between badass and hardcore, sort of off the charts. Ya dig? It's an offbeat dramatic comedy epic, spliced with some intense action sequences. Some days I awake feeling surprisingly lucid.
I love zombies. I mean, I fucking love zombies. I don't, like, love zombies in the instinctive sense. I love the idea of crackin' some zombie domes. I believe zombies exist (in my idealogical fantasy realm) to unveil our capacity for ass whuppin'. When the zombies take over, you'll find me triumphantly lounging atop the Empire State Building with my posse of Zombie-ass-kickers munching on canned chili and experimenting with sensor activated turret mounted machine cannons. It's gonna be pretty great, I reckon.
I love sweatin'! I love the gym on a Saturday night!! Fuck all the inebriated socialites tossin' and dippin'. It's straight cutz up in here, m'lad.
I think days off are best invested in a relaxed, loungeabout early afternoon spent watching Humphrey Bogart films.
I think I'm more Muay Thai than Thai Bo.
I hope to someday be reborn as one of those ubercool types with the untucked pinstriped dress shirts and diesel jeans. Those guys are pretty much the pinnacle of cool. If anyone's reading this while drinking any sort of liquid refreshment, please raise it now in salute to these giants of keepin' it real. 8D
I am addicted to pursuing my passion of the moment, layin' down deep dark and heavy beats slathered in terriyaki sauce. I love to read, love to spin records, love to manipulate graphics, am ever learning more about feudel Japan and its philosophies, the decline of the warrior and the rise of industry, the human predilection for mirroring the presumption of what we believe we want to see in ourselves; the development of the entire world and the theory of which direction its all headed, and in my spare time I'm trying to inject my own flavor and ethical standards into life - something of an adventure itself, although truly I'd rather fit out a 30 gun clipper and pirate the seas. I'm not sure how I feel about carrot juice. Strawberry Sunrises are off the hook! Occasionally, when I run.. actually - always, when I run, my throat feels like it's going to collapse, perhaps crushing, in the process, a group of microscopic minors whom are in the process of an archeological dig within my esophagus or possibly one of my lungs; but who knows. I ain't really trippin' off their problems.
I'm pretty big on fitness and something of an uber-freak for eating right, although I do lapse from time to time (sob, weep: sinner!). I have limited patience for the faint of intelligence (sorry, boo hoo). Movies and literature are great methods of escape. For social immersion I prefer to jaunt out to any old spot with my friends. I'm a fiend for concerts, but I'm equally satisfied smashing people at a metal show or chilling back at a ballgame (personally, I prefer tennis). I'm renowned for running my mouth. I'd take this moment to forewarn, but why spoil all the surprises? I love unique individuals and the fierce of heart. I also love good people, warm hugs, and savage head butts. Whateva. Bleh.
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