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MENTAL OPULENCE

I am a left-handed, right-brained artist, pianist, writer. I believe in the magic of the electric guitar. My faith in humanity is unbridled & rapid, unchanging yet filled with responsible pressure. When it comes to PASSION, I hold no punches. I embody convictions far more courageous than the reserved self I project. My waters, while respectively deep, rush constantly, without stillness.

Little more than subtle, a far cry from invisible. A believer in my sexuality being powerful. Cunning, sometimes.
Revel in your ART.


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Dare to demand that which your heart conveys; I live for nothing less than learning all that I can possibly know. The crime is to believe in ignorance as a term in itself, let alone a lifestyle. Be that which intellect insists -- learned.




Commit TO LIVE & LOVE WITH CAUTION FREELY.


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Be happy with random things in life. Above all else, be whole.







Dividends of the Psyche, Matters of the Heart.
December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 June 2011 July 2011 August 2011 September 2011 October 2011 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 June 2012

The Price of Maintaining Self
12.29.2010 || 9:27 PM

"If I was a flower growing wild and free, all I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee... and if I was a tree growing tall and green, all I'd want is you to shave me and be my leaves."




There is a price, believe it or not.


Whether it's fulfilling the body's needs, or matters of the heart, I find myself at odds with a maintenance fee far beyond my means. Setting aside extra blood, sweat, and tears for a rainy day when the moment arises that I must forgive & relent.

My mind is sometimes too colorful, too circuitous in nature that I can't keep still. I sleep, thinking of new ways to go about being a better version of me, and gaining the affection of the faceless figure that appears right before I disappear, giving me life.


Psychological Contraband
12.22.2010 || 8:53 PM

Love for sale.

Anyone who claims they're "not buying", denies the most natural thing any one mind imagines, desires, and inwardly craves. I know many people in dire need of such vices, as love becomes little more than sport for the ill-equipped.

So, for lack of a better cliché, don't sell yourself short.

Where, oh where..
|| 7:05 PM

....to start?