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I find satisfaction in retiring during the day with some tools of mine (of all varying sorts, it encompasses the spectrum of such and such) and i like to make art, different days require particular attention and i experiment with a multitude of forms to express (transcend) my thoughts -- emotions have been known to creep inside my projects (products of alienation, boredom, recovery into a very elite society... fake angst, the works of course that is... not to be confused with clockwork[s]). My time and "Eph" - Forts are plagued with goals never followed through. Maybe its just the "F" - Retorts, reports of reoccurring symptoms. I assure you i am very sane, if anything vain... nothing like my good friend unfortunately infected and mundane. I enjoy scribbling and jotting down elaborate pieces of words in my pseudo-intellectual attempt to cut it with prose. I am a musician, the kind that play music for all the wrong reasons, if you listen to it... you will cringe in an eerie annoyed reaction, it's just something no one will understand. I like Edgar Allen Poe. I like misery in its most beautiful consider the work of Louis Wain, Van Gogh, Bosche. I like to try to read, its not as easy as it sounds -- subjects include: nihilism, philosophy, abstract "high" art, revolution, sex, fiction ahead of its time (a long time ago?) and similar monsters "un"available to the public. I construct poems of modern deconstructionist views. I have been known to engage in long meaningless conversations that make me feel like i am alive and worth a piece of history, just another... A lot of people ask me my religion, i tell them its interaction in existing, purpose in exerting energy that will contribute and react to others decisions (sometimes even thoughts and/or intentions). It's not that i don't believe in God, but God does not believe in me. He used to be my best friend when i was a young boy, i told him all my secrets, its when he stopped listening that i was alone in this world. I have explored, seen what others will never see... i am a different person, but there is a world out there for me to discover and nothing will hold me back, i will die in a quest of truth where everything is a lie. I like to get in bar room fights, especially since i hate all the freshmen, may all of them respectfully burn in hell. Past time hobbies include my tendency to engage in massive orgies with me mates, while drunk (on heineken preferably) naturally i would like to think i have some sort of tortured artist appeal(charisma) that haunts my many protagonists into wrong situated incidents of lustful desire, tempted by my keen obsession with luring the weak mental state of society always trying to engineer and compose the soundtrack to my funeral. Yes, i am not gay, i am single, i doubt anyone would like to date me. My response, "Fuck the Scene"... long story short, it betrayed me... I have an obsession with extremes, randomness, observing and absorbing before i judge and exploit in mental competition my disgust and interest in all things wrong. I don't believe in love. I dont sweat too much about some of the people i turn away from me, one must realize, we can all be replaced. Talk to me, discuss, exchange in conversation... hate me, admire, but please... do something, think!

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