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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.
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"The Calm"
8.31.2011 || 8:31 PM

Devote your self. To your self. --Me




The best and most fulfilling form of relaxation is mental rest. I can confidently say that the moment I decide to rest, after a calming, hot shower, I close my eyes intently and the unthinkable happens -- I THINK. Unless I've spent endless hours on my feet, elongating my will to its most devastating limit, the thought of resting often remains little more than a mere thought.

Many avid thinkers are no different from myself.
Masters in the art of kicking up our feet, propping up a pillow or two, a calming album or book as a companion... and hours later the calm has not yet made way for much else than a heavy sigh and boredom.
The thought process brought on by what I like to identify simply as The Calm leads to frustrated inactivity, despite the plethora of activity in my mind when I need it LEAST.


Science explains that, while asleep, the mind tries to solve the problems of the preceding day.
But when I all would rather do is forget the problems, if only for an undetermined amount of hours, perhaps The Calm needs a new name.