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About Me

"Inexpressable and nameless is that which gives my soul agony and sweetness and is even the hunger of my entrails."I'm super sarcastic and have been told I have a dry sense of humor but I don't think it's dry it just is what it is. I can be profanely crass, usually around those who know me, but don't hold it against me when I say out loud that horrible thing you were thinking. Usually I'm a perfect gentleman and I think good manners are generally under rated. I love to make people happy. I love to laugh at myself and at my friends er I mean with. I love to fence more than most things in my life. Drinking with friends is right up there though. I'd like to figure out how to fence and get paid for it but that may take some time and expert tutelage. I'd like to move to NY to study with my fencing masters. Until then I'll be in the lab turning your blood donation into its constiuent components. I'm usually quite quiet but if I like you I won't shut up around you. Silence is exquisite. I like being coy but I seem to complain when people feel that I'm aloof. I've seen an albino redwood tree before. I like being in the woods or at the beach or just gazing at nature. I think my nephew is hilarious and brilliant. I don't like it when people feel like they have to disagree to communicate. I get annoyed with people who talk too much and yet fail to say anything important. With that said I love and am mystified by our verbose language. I can be overly critical but I think we shoulld all just try to benefit from that. That was sarcasm. I'm interested in dating a really cool girl that is laid back. I would also settle for a pair of kittens. And remember...if you see the Buddha smile at her.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

people willing to cross the streams. wayward savy travelers. people who have unified their consciousness. those unafraid to bleed love. immaterialists. WingTsun Practitioners. human beings. classical fencers. my wife.

My Blog

memory's tale -three-

Half swallowed by the grin of the stream her body began to freeze into a position of remembrance and grief. Her eyes, no longer embraced by the warm kiss of her lids, slowly gaped wide with the und...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 21:15:00 GMT

a very large, dense, Apple?

In a city that never sleeps dreams become waking spectors side stepping the frozen curbs and cabs slipping through the cracks created by bustling bodies intent on chasing the freeze from their finge...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 13:29:00 GMT

memory's tale -two-

At the edge of the path she slowly slunk onto her knees and covered her small ears with hands that no longer felt like her own. The heavy humming sound only intensified as her pale watery eyes squee...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 22:28:00 GMT

winter's chance to shine

"I told you it would come back." Mei sat peering through tiny squinting eyes at the almost unbearably bright sun. "Yeah but it's so weak. And it'll leave so quick we'll be in the dark and in the c...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:20:00 GMT

Notes from Heavens basement and Hells attic

Stand tall for the sky needs the support of a few good spines. Look up and out because the clouds are backing up running into the pillars of Earth's crown. Keep an eye on those gems...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 06:19:00 GMT

gimme free wi-fi kiwis!!

I would write an insightful adventurous blog if it didn't cost two en zed bucks for 15 minutes!! From the shadow of Mt. Taranaki Matthew lives to remain inspired and start his first book! Sweet-a...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:57:00 GMT

the spurn of Summer

Summer was a real cold bitch. I can still feel the breeze from her swift exit. In stark contrast to her entrance I found the demise of Summer to be rather distasteful. The smell of freshly turne...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 04:58:00 GMT

the slug

At night the slug in the drain slinks up and out to suck on the scum in the tub. I found it mildy repulsive until I realized its congruity with my mind. I noticed while us...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 08:49:00 GMT

the worst of my best

And she cries. She cries because I'm a failure. She cries because I'm incapable of dealing with reality. She cries because I treat her heart like a song I could turn off. She cries because I ac...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 08:27:00 GMT

sweet as sleep

During the nuclear awareness of your deepest sleep the rainbows refract into absolute darkness. The light shimmers effortlessly as it radiates through your mind. These ripples of raw energy...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 00:28:00 GMT