The Endtimes Puppet Show

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I am a man streaming towards the future and while I am doing so I think to myself, you know the Nineties wasn’t that bad. Not that I live in the past, far from it. But lets face it the Two Thousands wasn’t anything the Jetson’s and Robotech promised; I don’t see a single flying car or giant transforming robot anywhere. At least in the Nineties it was cool to be depressed, now if you are you have a problem, you're sick and must be stopped. I am getting on a rant though and I’m not here to talk about how everything sucks in the new millennium (An idiot in office, reality TV, Disney channel pop stars, Ben and Jen, the new Ben and Jen, Iraq, my stupid job and Michael Jackson even though I love hearing gossip about that one.) Before I turn thirty and the back of my hand starts flashing and the secret police are sent out to kill me I have to talk about myself. (That was a Logan’s Run reference.) I do art. I guess I am an artist. I don’t know anymore really. The problem I have lately about waking in the morning and stepping outside and taking a deep breath and scream real high what’s going on, or I’m a artist, is that saying that I am not one who defines himself as just a artist. Not that it would be bad to, it’s just that I feel like art is what I do not who I am. The screwed up thing is that I don’t know who I am, not really I think. Well if i thought about it a little I am first and foremost a geek, a nerd, a revenge of the nerd. I like Star Trek, Star Wars, Star Crash, Stella Star, here in my car, Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Dance (not really), David Lynch, David Fincher, I like the girls with the dumps like a truck, what, what, wanna sing it again, I am a geek. I also love my friends very much. You could never choose your family and I love my family dearly as well, but your friends are the family you find that are of the same flock as yourself. When things get bad, as things always tend to do from time to time they can heal a broken soul. I am fortunate that I have found all the people that I call friend. There are so many lonely people. They have paper-thin life in themselves; loneliness breeds awkwardness and being awkward can cast you farther and farther from the contact of others. But they mostly live in red states so who cares about them, they could go to hell. I will end this self-indulgence with this, love to you all.Your results:
You are Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) 80% Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) 65% Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) 50% Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) 45% Wash (Ship Pilot) 40% River (Stowaway) 40% Derrial Book (Shepherd) 40% Inara Serra (Companion) 30% Alliance 30% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) 20% A Reaver (Cannibal) 10% Medicine and physical healing are your game,
but wooing women isn't a strong suit.
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