pyroaquatic

Tomorrow is the day I annually celebrate my decay. Pondering my youth away in trade for wisdom, experience, and entropy.

"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, 'Somewhere, my flower is there . . .' But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened . . . And you think that is not important!"

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: Chapter Seven.

So I am blasting away at this E Minor harmonica of mine, wishing I had a different sound.

Maybe a harmonica of the C, G, even E Major...

it's nice to have a different sound every once in a while... right?

I do not consider myself to be Bisexual, Straight, or Gay.

Nor do I consider myself a cross-dresser.

I like looking good. Period. Nothing to do with me being more womanly or manly.

Tend to piss off a few females, wishing they had my figure though. Sorry.

:3

i'm not sorry at all!!!!

I'm trying really hard not to sound like an old man AND to not sound like the rest of my peers.

Standing out means standing alone I suppose.

Getting back to what once was is a mere shadow to what I wanted, extended and disproportionate to the luminescence I was to emit.