I am a skinny white guy raised in the south. I'm also considered a hippy by some and 3mo by others. I tend not to lean towards any specific stereotype but since its an outward judgment I have no real control over that, I guess... I'm an avid gamer enjoying the best of alternate reality's, because my own up to this point has been lacking the substance that I require. I enjoy the occasional drink and I pride myself in knowing that I'm not old enough to become an alcoholic yet...I also enjoy the occasional high though unlike most ppl I respect the drug and humble myself while experiencing it. I'm an Nihilist at this moment because I have a firm belief that conformity=weakness and because I don't have the willpower to go all out. Though the past weeks have tested my beliefs and got me thinking, so change is on the horizon, I'm just waiting for the right moment to give in. I love bonding with people and listening to story's of old, I guess I could be compared to a sponge while I'm around certain people just absorbing their trials and tribulations. Although I listen a lot, time and time again I find myself making a mistake that I should not, mainly with love. No matter how many times you are warned in life the best way to really gain knowledge is to jump right in and experience it for yourself. Writing for me, is somewhat a liberation for the mind seeing as I write something one minute and the next I don't agree with what I wrote, not because I don't like it but because I change so quickly and spontaneously that I seem to forget who I am sometimes. Which leads me to my next point, I'm totally and utterly random, I say some of the weirdest shit and instead of shying away from my remarks most people just laugh at the stupidity. But I digress though random I may be and though I might laugh like a schizophrenic ferret I keep my peace and stay true to myself through everything that I do. I could always formulate something witty to say that would turn heads and leave a few dumbfounded but whats the point of it all I think I was put on this earth to make people laugh and thats what I do.

there is a place
far from my consciousness
a place of benevolence
that shining star of politeness
a thousand miles away
though near for a few seconds
then gone with out a trace
and back to being wreckless
tune the strings
so we can sing
this song of loss
with no ending
build your bridges
but flood you life
with this image
an image of innocence
will I grow up
or will I let it grow
you cant push it
though you know how low
this feeling of meaning can push you
the tenacity of your confusion
creates vigor and intrusion
steadfast till after dark
try to hold your waning heart
but you change into the world
like shapeshifting into a whore
it all makes sense now
though you wish confusion
you try to scream out now
but your scream finds out its losing
there are better screams out in the wilderness
of hatred fear and bloodlust
you cannot trust yourself
your scream has little meaning
in the thick of it all