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Can one ever truly describe themself? I'm not sure. Leaving aside obvious physical appearances, which can be gleened from my photo and friend's artistic rendering of a similar picture, I should delve further. Beyond my hair/eye color, etc.Quite simply, I'm a recluse. I desire to be alone often, but not entirely. For one such as I, even solitude must be abandoned frequently. Particularly, when the craving for human contact supercedes the desire to be alone. But, basically, I tend to enjoy time alone. Stress free, people free, annoyance free, recouperation for my psyche time.Enough babble. I enjoy movies, especially epic fantasies. I live for music. I enjoy it in all forms. Art, such as paintings, sculptures, and architectures; I like some, but am not particularly fond of it.Give me comic books and video games, well not so much comic books these days. But I will always have a fondness for The Silver Surfer. I share similar emotions, and can easily identify with several, though exaggerated, experiences. I'm not saying I've traversed the cosmos and have battled countless foes in my attempts at redemption, but the basic morales of several story arcs I have an affinity for. Yes, I ended a sentence in a prepositional phrase. Give me long RPG's to waste my time. Because that's all I'm really doing; biding my time.I lack the ability to communicate properly. I seem to be too embarrased or overly concerned to just say I'm lonely, and I need a partner. Even saying such, I would not know how to go about it. The plain truth is that I'm tired; tired of caring if a woman may be offended that I may be interested in her. I'm tired of trying to juggle signs that I obviously can't read or seem to understand. I wish people would be more honest and forthcoming about what they truly feel about one another, though I realize such is quite unlikely. Perhaps, this is something I should save for a blog.Anyway, I've been practicing my vocal techniques for close to fifteen years now, and I'm tired of practice. I want to utilize what I have learned, and use my vocal ability to entertain anyone who is willing to listen. If I could make a solid career out of it, regardless of any income brought forth by such a venture, I would do so in a heartbeat. Regardless of anything currently rotating in my life.I have written two complete novels, am finishing up on another, and putting final touches to four short stories. I have been published as a poet, beyond poetry.com, when I was twelve. I would greatly like to see more of my works published, in hopes that they might bring some momentary joy to someone...anyone. Hell, I'll allow myself some ego here; to be of emmense joy and pleasure to all!To be a published writer and/or a professional musician, these are my constant dreams and desires; to travel the world, and share experiences with others, yes give me such a lifestyle! But to be alone, to have no partner to share my accomplishments with? What meaning would they bear then? I feel they would only become hollow and devoid of any true joy.I believe this is the most of myself that I've ever shared. And why do I share it now? Why not?What kind of kiss are you?
Erotic
Erotic,You are a precision lover savoring your Partner's Passions head to toe.
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