into: I sometimes address my long ago
secret me
in private backyard where it lies buried
along with so many other fair haired words
just so nobody around
can here the transgressions we oftentimes
speak of
The way we've battered the walls
of both both palaces and palisades
and how we've taken the colors of rainbows
on the ends of our index fingers
and have attempted to use these
to single-handedly mastermind
our
own destiny
If experience is a blueprint
I once drew not only the heavens
but also every rusted shard of metal
that dripped from their heads
Its amazing what we keep inside
just so nobody recognizes the reality
of "me."
And no matter how many times I drop
the breadcrumbs and attempt to fast-forward
I can always find my way back
from my isolation
with both questions and crusades within my hands
And, sometimes, I even tell myself
that I wasn't disposing of anything anyhow...
I always knew this was a way to find the
myself
within myself
no matter the footprints I've long-since
left in the muddy undergrowth
of time
gender: male
occupation: FedEx Courier
stats: Eh?
body mods: One ink
heroes: Bob Dole
gets me hot: Inked females
favorite position: Doggy, girl on top
fantasy: Non batshit crazy female?
sign: Sagi
i lost my virginity: On my birthday
I AM LOOKING FOR: a woman
I WANT: Romance, Booty, Friendship.
MY STATUS: not telling
MY DIET: Omnivore
MY POLITICS: Politics, who cares?
MY DRUG USE: Down the hatch
CIGARETTES: Nope
ALCOHOL: I am a complete drunkard
POT: Occasionally
MY KINK FACTOR: I buy sex toys at the hardware store.
MY IDEA OF A GOOD TIME: When I go out, ANYTHING can happen.
MY PIGEONHOLES: Metalhead.
IPOD
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