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| About Me |
You want to know who I am. Fine. Here's the bottom line. I'm extremely bright and creative. I'm relatively attractive and in shape, more or less (at least on the outside). Obviously rather confident and self-assured. I have a deep fire burning inside my shell. My extreme ambition probably exceeds my ability to achieve it, leading to my chronic discontent. My centers of joy give stark relief to the plane of pain. I'm incessantly working, 18 hours a day, on job family house the fucking list Christ it never ends. Yes a lot does get done, but in the end it won't really matter. Thus my desire for success is in painful conflict with my thorough understanding of the pointlessness of it all. I'd like to think I could roll with the "Fuck It All" lifestyle, and live for the moment alone. But I bore easily. The moment must change or I'm outta there. Thus I've had a diverse work and educational career, and am a multifaceted, versatile person. My Poet hat is one of many that form this man. I can do just about anything if given some time to study it. I remember things I learn after studying them the first time. Places bore me after a couple of years, so I move around a lot. I've seen the world because I still haven't found true paradise. I'm fluent in Spanish. I have magnificent personal relationships with a very small number of pack members. Otherwise, I seem to go through people. I don't click with the rest of the world. I can wear the face, but I'm snickering inside. I don't have the time to tell them who I am, nor would that benefit me anyhow. 'Nuf said.
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