|Hooray for painting! Hooray for ceiling tiles! Hooray for Alex Pardee!|
I like painting. I should paint more.
Note To SelfNote To SelfNote To Self by recurring--dreams
I want to see you,
touch you, kiss you -
I miss you.
Love me, need me;
your love is what feeds me,
I trust you, but wonder
what spell you're under
into my arms, or desire
me; and more, you seem to require
more than I am or can be -
a mystical guy that i'm not,
who hasn't a concept of "me",
who knows that you're all that he's got;
he doesn't believe in himself;
he might have been left on the shelf;
but for you, he denies any worth
and he knows there are others on earth
who outshine him like sunlight outshines
a shadow. But this is a fake,
a dream, a vision, a wish -
I can't be that guy. So wake
from your daydream, for this,
this is the stuff of life,
reality - a stony hard truth -
a life disappointed, with strife,
and love without ever a proof.
So what do you want,
what do you need,
can you get,
None, all, a selection of these?
A substitute quick to displease,
and quickly to disappear...
But whose are these words that you hear?
I'm a lover, not a fighter.|
I like writing poetry, listening to music, and I'm your average all-around perfect guy. Mmyep.
Current Residence: University of Alabama
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large or XL plz
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Techno, Metal, Alternative
Favourite photographer: I know what I like when I see it
Favourite style of art: Anime, abstract sometimes is fun
Operating System: Caffeine
MP3 player of choice: iPod. mine.
Shell of choice: Conch
Wallpaper of choice: ...people still use wallpaper?...
Skin of choice: smooth
Favourite cartoon character: Many
Personal Quote: That just happened.