age: 0 (Jul 13, 1807)
MEMBER SINCE: February 2005
occupation: six string samari
most humbling moment: late 1995 to circa 2002
sign: your paltry earth stars and primative astrology are useless
stats: i am a space penguin conquistador
i lost my virginity: virginity...you humans are so quiant
crush: is a pixie!
into: music, guitar, photography, film, books, writing, making music/photography/film/art, talking sharks, catandgirl.com, baseball, modern art, random abstract thoughts, bad jokes, good conversation, and the ever-shifting existential bent of the metaphysical layers enveloping our very existence
makes me sad: all the ways in which our weaknesses and flaws can sometimes get the better of us and of those around us...also, sad kittens
makes me happy: my pixie girl, music/art/writing/film/photography (creating and witnessing), long strange conversations, the light from your sun (space gets chilly), oceans (and the life forms within), kittens, and the company of humans (both those i have met and those i have't)
fantasy: a run down bar in the city with music i love and plenty of guiness for every one and the room full of all my favorite humans all enjoying each others' company and having much fun in the evening and into the night and i sit in the back and watch over them with a small smile on my face thinking of how i have made it to the place where i most want to be
body mods: plans are in their formative stages, more solidified definitions will be forth coming when they have come forth








I think I saw her.*
Same hair, same eyes, it could be her. Different cheek bones; it could not. The nose is inconclusive. Looks like she might be too tall.
I get off the train never quite sure.
I think I saw her. And I'm not sure if I'm wishing it was her, or hoping it wasn't.
Which just about sums it up.^
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*The Ex
^The Relationship