shane
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| Gender | Male |
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| Occupation | Cook, Construction Worker, Teacher, and Researcher |
| Location | University Center, Michigan, United States |
| Introduction | I'm just like you unless you don't; take the bus to save gas, laugh at life, notice the little things, remove the cobwebs of tradition from your eyes, miss nature every moment you are in the city, live your life immersed in music, bend language to point out the holes, help without wanting a reward, love life in all its forms, respect nature, understand why it's wrong to cause pain to any being capable of feeling it, feel your actions being reflected three-fold, speak music as a secondary language, judge a being as an individual instead of as part of a group or listen to the world around you. . |
| Interests | Pouring words like a waterfall fall from the mouth of a friend, sculpting the world around us to a more suitable form. Barking dogs becoming deep bass as the song of the wind tears away the smog of buildings. In this concert of our life the car blinkers all turn to the left forever far away. Fragmented bricks fall away as the substance of reality comes away with a little rain cooling our hot bodies. Her face is not her own any longer as she tells the story of far away lovers living in the trees of an ancient forest. The hard road softens into Neptune's love and we begin to swim our bikes, never allowing the world to betray us. Our dreams spill from our forgotten nights into our barren days with little regard for the contours of this world. The colors shift as the mountains push up with us in the back of a reinforced wood truck driven by a swagger of a man lifting our bodies through a perpetual desert of his truck’s creation. There was never a war that tore this world apart as thoroughly as this gentle story of lovely discontents with gun in hand my friend murdered me, only to pull the curtains clear revealing the twin suns of her heart. With a kiss the stories shift to broken romances. We clear the horizon and see that the end came in fire as the icy moon sets over the endless sea. This world could never contain the rhythm of bodies on the treetop dance floor. We spell out letter by letter the names of forgotten lovers as they forget the fire of the icy night in ancient masks. Our hearts beat in unison with our pedals pulling us closer to the story’s end. With treadmarks betraying our path a truck informs us that the road is for motors only. Blood telling the story of our final moment; she is cradled in broken arms, as I finish her story by pulling down the moon showing her that the fire in my eyes is of her creation. |
| Favorite movies | Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist, Zach and Miri Make a Porno, Sex Drive, Sweeney Todd, Juno, Spirited Away, The Happening, What Dreams May Come, The Onion, StarDust, The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, Underpants, The Doors, Rocky Horror Picture Show, The School of Rock, Pink Floyd's The Wall, Repo, The Nightmare Before Christmas and Alice In Wonderland. .. |
Try making up the rules to a game where you tie knots in a yo-yo string just to see if you can get them out:
First you gather your closest friends, then you spend twenty years living life to its fullest and finally you burn the yo-yo string.