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About Me

[Indicative epilogue; Volume 237: Not just another fabricated self-portrait. To be frank, "I am not your average Joe", my name is Michael. Driven by dreams and haunted by sanity. Utilizing the many enigmatic minds of fleeting faces as a vice for inspiration. I believe that the value of life is a whole, far greater than the sum of its parts. I do not believe that our worth should be sanctioned by what monetary value we can manage to bleed by means of one’s appearance. Composed of pages, paragraphs, music notes and inspirations. I often strike a nerve with my coddled contemporaries. I've lived too fast and I've loved too much and I'll likely die too young. Living life as few men dare to dream. I store a pair gloves in the glove compartment of my car. I'm in the process of writing a book. I don't spend my nights searching for earthquakes though it's biblical how fucked my sleep can be. I Remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving; this helps to eliminate vain introductions and teary eyed goodbyes. I'm direct, blunt and to the point. I try to cut the bullshit and straight to the chase. Inquisitive and sarcastic. Articulate. A poet. A philosopher. A writer. A psycho-analyst. An artist. A survivor. Right handed. Open minded. Although open to the ideas and opinions of others, I can also be quite opinionated, typically holding opinions that you’re in absolutely no place to question. The validity of my opinions is more than even the most belligerent of individuals care to bat an eye lash at. I refuse to compromise my integrity by conforming with the thoughts of fallible individuals. What sort of protagonist would I be in an autobiography without an antagonist along the way? I feel as though I'm drowning in assholes. Amidst the cobwebs and geriatrics, perchance attempting to salvage the many patronizing minds of this Neo-Fascist breed known as mankind through acts of philanthropy. I'm not a fan of those who are consistently inconsistent. I don't tolerate hypocrisy. I am entirely unimpressed by the large majority of people I come across in everyday life. I loathe passive-aggressive individuals. I am loved. I am hated. I live with more passion than hate can bare. A critically acclaimed analytical entity. A firm believer in quid pro quo. Introverted. Extroverted. Reclusive. Pensive. Original. Creative. Innovative. Often imitated. I dislike the concept of those who surrender their imagination and become entirely unoriginal. I don't seek a sense of self-esteem or self worth through adding as many random people as I can to my friends list. I don't post bulletins requesting comments. Don't ask me for comments. I don't enjoy the party scene. I love to learn. I enjoy writing. Sunshine. Creating and viewing art. Photography. Quality conversation. Hoarding coffee as a proper junkie would. I feel that only a fool searches for logic in the chambers of a human heart. I enjoy debating in a civil, organized manner. I'm a master debater. Meticulous in grammar. Finding the bigger picture to all of this.]..

My Blog

Disjunctive Syllogism part 1

After a haitus of posting blogs lasting over a year , I finally have some new material for my avid readers. I've come to realize that everything is empty. Everything is nothing and nothing is everythi...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 06:28:00 GMT

My Scattered Train of Thought

It is only the relentless torment of pain and anguish that remind me I am even alive. So seldom do I cry, though I appreciate when I can afford to liberate the genuine tears. This pain is a chainsaw t...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 21:05:00 GMT

Screaming for the world

A collective perspective with the elected objective to be neglected as betrayal but passed for subjective. If I could only once hit your lips to split your shit so quick as you spit such sh...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Sep 2005 05:40:00 GMT

To be forgotten

My dearest dented, lonely muse: I now ask you to surrender your imagination. Is it not absolutely beautiful how the old moon personifies all that surrounds us? Offering its timeless flickers of light...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Jun 2005 12:14:00 GMT

The empty words I say

Upon ascending with your smile extending through the depths of your beautiful soul. Theyll call us Bonnie and Clyde as we run down these cobble stone streets. Deserted and desolate, but hand in hand ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 May 2005 17:00:00 GMT

"Love"

My thoughts suspended, paralyzed and held captive to each one of your sweet nothings as such subtlety drowns my ear drums and sends chills through my brittle frame. My poetic complication for you to ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Mar 2005 13:44:00 GMT