Yep, this profile changes with the tides, depending on how much nonsense is received, hate mail and questions that WERE answered in the previous issue of "Just the Soul of the Sun" a periodical/novella, in which 15 minutes of fame is an insipid paradigm achieved solely through the eyes of the beholder(thusly the one reading but failing to interpret anything). And seeing as I am most likely to change colours again by sunrise this here jeremiad is pure animus of self, sans conceit, and will likely be abrogated in an epigrammatic fashion, along with the waning of my incitation; that which wheedled this rhetorical antiphon!
***ADDENDUM 10.4.2k9***
After defeating a recent health issue, I have resolved to look here toward wider skies and search for someone that, like myself, enjoys the outdoors and feels more at home and comfortable in awe of mother earth, and all the wonders she has provided. Simply, as winter nears, I hope to do more exploring, and it would be wonderful to have a friend with whom to enjoy the outdoors with. I have visited few of our preserves south of Palm Beach County and wish to in the future. However I love MacArthur, Loxahatchee, Jonathan ****inson,Hobe Sound, and the smaller local scrub and wetland preserves. Hiking them, biking, packing a cooler... even sailing my tiny little sailboat is just the greatest escape. With winter ensuing, there are more festivals, shows, and the likes, and I too enjoy them... A visit to Palm Beach Zoo and the Science Museum, art shows..... you get the drift... no strings attached, just modest fun, and if theres a connection, then we can explore it. If youre truely interested, dont hesitate to say so... I only bite on command
It asks if I am trying to be funny, and to enter a proper description, lol...
But anything I have written previously has been for naught soooo we will simplify now.....I would suggest you
I am a Native Florida Cracker with at least a 240 year family history here, extremely proud of my heritage. I was hoping for a friend to enjoy the humidity and searing sun with, maybe walking a local beach or possible hiking a trail, riding bikes in a less congested urban jungle, so I am once again hoping to meet someone with similar interests. I enjoy local environmental sanctuaries, parks, and even more human destinations (uh-oh
... pets not always allowed publicly) such as museums and art galleries, live music and the whole squalid arrayal of public inference (JOKE). I LOVE alll sporting events and go as often as possible, just wish I had someone to experience it with. I'm wishing for no pressure, times are hard for most of us, just a friend and if there is mutual interest and a connection, then we can entertain the situation.
***For the record, I have no record... the past headlines were my attempts at levity! AND OF COURSE I HAVE A JOB! Is it the long hair?
But you MUSTA looked past me mug shots to read this far, LOL! I feel as though I’ve wandered this earth searching for something that is somehow not quite tangible in the here and now but has an eerily vague affinity for touching the soul, a memory not of this life. Sometimes men get lost, a foray for which there are no answers, no profit, only sufferance, all the same just another baptism of stains, lucidity shorn and bereft of any sovereignty: a faded reminder of yore and naiveté.....
And so I got lost within words and song(thusly winding up in this pond)
, and within this song you’ll find me somewhere!
YOU WILL BE MY AIN TRUE LOVE.. ALISON KRAUSS
You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
No cutless wound will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love
And as you walk through death's dark veil,
The cannon's thunder can't prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love.
Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,
The captain cries, "Here comes the rout,"
They'll seek to find me north and south,
I've gone to find my ain true love.
The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I've gone to find my ain true love,
I've gone to find my ain true love
I am just me, old fashioned with a few new fangled twists. Intelligent, articulate and free willed. I am an individual and despise the status quo.. I am introverted to a degree but quick to warm to those on the same plane of thought. I am a hopeless romantic sheltering the real me from all that threatens to invoke me to leave the shell, but once I do, beware...lol! I am intensely loyal to friends and lovers alike. There are a few surprises for those willing to look beyond the cover and through the pages... There is more to most people and I am one that immerses myself in adventure and discovery of my surroundings and those involved with me. I STILL BELIEVE IN THE TAO OF LOVE, IN THE SACREDNESS OF A PASSIONATE KISS, HOLDING HANDS, AND SHARING DREAMS WITH ONE WOMAN THAT ASSUREDLY HAUNTS, INVEIGLES, AND CONSUMES MY SOUL WHOLLY
And if indeed I wend to the paths of fortune amongst these pages, I wish only for both a best friend and lover, as one void of the other holds no promise for success, nor hope for abiding the trials ahead.
Nothing intended, nothing expected, nothing wanted other than a cool breeze and a late afternoon thunderstorm peeling to the east and its glimmering reflections on the sea beneath, A walk amongst those clouds as the day eases to night and company of another who enjoys the same!
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Bout me? Are you serious, in this little space? But it truly never mattered now did it? YOU SURE?
WELL if you insist:
Twas many moons ago, anchored upon a shoal and from the depths arose a leviathan....age-old and nihilic. Thrice I bode the stolidness of a gospel only I had fathomed... for it twas belief itself that enabled the pearl to grow... Thrice I have been confuted albeit sans rue! hmmm go figure.
I think you truly know the answer... and just a trifling of urge puts words upon feathered lips. Flighty as the sum and the some might be... I AM NOT a bird of ones feather... I am the whole damned flock!
Flesh and bone, gall and wormwood; all but the scion of my drivel.. That which denudes in autumn imbues nativity in spring... CIRCLE JERK EH? lol but you’re one of the elucidant'e... one illume with veracity, a confederate fidelity .. a voice of reason! Go with wind and trust your spirit! Yet dost my pangs squire another?
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