Pretty small-minded, but with big ideas and some ridiculous philosophies. My pro activity is perpetuated by your interactivity. A little crazy and pretty lazy, and there's a track record of psychotic apathy to prove it. Been accused as a hippie, and am happy to be free but not without an insecurity which only seems to come with immaturity. Got nothing against no one, but a lot
against double negatives and a huge distaste for those who love to hate. Without a sense of direction, but in possession of some huge dreams and in turn a lot of inescapable nightmares which always seem to come back to haunt at the wrong times. Nothing's gonna stop me, with the exception of my blatant arrogance, and sometimes the feeling that everyone's against me comes creeping into the brain that likes to think it's just paranoid. In a relationship that spands thousands of kilometers and 365 days+. Always got somethin' cooking, a half-baked plan is usually the product.

Musically average and emotionally drugged, I'm cyclically cynical and gorgeously fallible with no Alzheimer's whatsoever. A high-tech low-life, I know the downside of upgrading and the upside of downsizing, a cutting-edge bio-degradable multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm on point, on task, on message and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed, I feel no urge to binge and purge. A raging work-a-holic, a working rage-a-holic, I'm an over-believer and an underachiever, prematurely post-traumatic and I take a short position on a long bond. But I'm feeling, I'm giving, I'm caring, I'm sharing. A supporting, bonding, nuturing, primary care-giver. The software on my hard drive is hardcore, no soft porn. I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal, I got glide in my stride, I don't snooze so I don't lose and lunch time is crunch time.

I'm hangin' in, there ain't no doubt, I'm hangin' tough, over 'n' out.


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