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What is there to say about life in the grand scheme of things? All summed up into a single column of meaningless drivel...

I've spent my life bouncing in an eternal ride through the hurricane we call our universe. Sometimes thrown back and forth against the walls, sometimes laying motionless in the eye; just staring into the beautiful destruction we've created for ourselves.
We live life just hoping there actually is a god, only to selfishly ask the trite, but ever-echoing question as to why we are here. More importantly, why am ..I.. here?
As if it would make our lives in their entirety that much more wholesome and fulfilling. That much more worth it.
If there is a purpose it's probably only to not waste this precious blink of an eye torturing ourselves over our existence.

I've seen alot in twenty-four years, nothing more beautiful than the birth of my twin girls. It's so frightening to realize that not only were we that fragile and helpless, but that we still are, and we live so wrecklessly.
Right now, this is where we are. Yesterday is merely a memory taunting us over what we have no control over. Tomorrow is fear of what is to come.
Though we may never overcome this insecurity that drives us mad to the point of destroying all that is a part of us, we still have time to come to terms with the fact that we are so insignificant that if there is a single creator of all things, including itself, that it couldn't possibly care about us.
Then again, I may be trying too hard to humanize my idealistic vision of God.
We walk down the street with our eyes on the ground, afraid to make eye contact with our equals, for fear there may be an awkward moment. So foreign of a concept that we may openly embrace those we claim to be a part of.
Standing in a corner with teeth bared, ..What is mine, is mine!..
I find that the only place for absolution and understanding is within dreams. Though it may not always be logical once you've awoke, but the picture was clear and in front of you.
If there is a God, it must have hidden the secrets to ascension within the seeds of our slumber.

Let's see... something profound...something profound.... well, since profound glory in describing ones self is just the shine that gleams off our own egos, I find myself at a loss for words.
Don't get me wrong, my ego is my best friend, I just can't think of anything worth saying that I haven't said a million times.
So enough babble, a little about me...
I'm 24, I work maintenance at an ancient apartment complex in Pullman, Wa. I have very few aspirations in life except to live as I'm alive, instead of like a dead man walking like most of the rest of the blind world.
I have two beautiful twin girls, Indigo and Avalon, born Feb. 15th 2007. Though I never saw myself as a capable father, I love them still to no end.
Music is the drug I inject into my ears like a needle in my veins. Some day I may even fully learn to play an instrument, though at the present time I'm better off riding the wave than making them.
I listen to just about anything that's real, excluding gangsta rap, glam country, pop, butt rock and that shit you'd hear in a hotel bar in Vegas full of people having their mid-life crisis', smoking and drinking too much because it's the only thing that gets them through their days.

Not that we don't all drink and smoke more then we should...and not that it's necessarily a bad thing...
Back on track...

I like to travel, driving especially. It's like being on drugs by the time you finally stop for the night, too awake and wired off of coffee and energy drinks to sleep, but too tired to remember what state you are in, other than confusion. I'm also a pirate...a true gentleman of fortune. The government may have given me a number, but I belong to no institution. Freedom is taking all that lies in wait, and giving only that in which I will to give.

"The kingly office is entitled to no respect. It was originally procured by the highwayman's methods; it remains a perpetuated crime, can never be anything but the symbol of a crime. It is no more entitled to respect than is the flag of a pirate." -Mark Twain

"To live is to die experienced." -Me

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