In hindsight, as much as I enjoy this web site I feel like my tumblr account has completely lost its initial purpose. It isn’t necessarily a bad thing or a good thing it’s just a thing thing. I will admit though sometimes i contemplate  committing tumblr suicide every now and then. But at the same time tumblr is what I do to kill time. So in a  twisted and deranged poetic perspective tumblr is my suicide….

I’m a very strange person

I should  get back into tricking again. It’s not that I fell out of love with  art of movement or the culture, it’s just that I’m just not as ambitious as I used to be. Not as ambitious as I used to be.  Man, I really hate those words.

99.9% of what I say out loud is completely unrelated to what’s actually on my mind… 

and then i wonder why I feel misunderstood.