And this is what I live for.
Like any other human, I want a little bit of everything from all extremes. I want dark metal, I want bossa nova. I want long curly hair, I want short white hair. I want ice cream and chocolate, I want salty cheesy chips. I want simplicity, I act overly dramatic and use actor-like gestures at times. I want a lot of things in moderate amounts. Changes day-to-day, 'tis human nature.
Mm, aside from that, I'm a Russian immigrant, now a citizen of USA. Old French films are mad awesome, so are sick electro music beats. I want to shave half my hair off and dye the longer part pink; it's comin' this summer. I love visiting home in Ukraine, all the decay and deterioration of aging houses and street sweepers. Oh, I could kiss the ground stray dogs and cats and homeless people walked long before I was born. I love my home country no matter what shithole it is in comparison with the magical Amercuh. I hate herring. It's just so... slippery. And tastes ridiculous. Other than that, I love any well-cooked meal.. and some unhealthy (and sometimes of dubious source & ingredients) fast food. I'm obsessed with people's hair, arms, little part under their knee that has a ligament sticking out, the back of people's necks.. I love humans for the sinful and dirty creatures that they are. Sometimes I want to glomp and bite beautiful people to death. ;__; I want to have a model for my own so I can make him/her pose for my photographs. (Suggestions welcome?) Take me to a forest and let's take pictures, listen to music, and talk about nothin' in particular. It's ok, we're all humans, we do get boring and we can't hold interesting conversations 24/7 (hence the weakness of the internet- that we can't "hangout" in silence, we have to constantly entertain each other!). I adore my bomber jacket and wear it whenever it's not too cold. I own clothes from all sorts of 'categories' but I guess it doesn't matter too much. I have crazy ideas for my style, but can't even elaborately sketch them out on paper. It kills me. I have so many visions I would want to draw, to animate in Flash (which I used to practice, but haven't ever since I moved to USA), to act out with people and professional camera works. . . Some days I console myself by thinking that it's cool enough to come up with these ideas. It's okay if I cannot realize them. Although that's not what I'm supposed to think, a humanist would say. He would say that I should be hard at work to self-actualization. But, I already am. I am fabricating my own reality and self deep inside. I just don't know how to show it because I'm a very impractical kid. So I play the jester and walk funny and have small, half-cursive handwriting and don't wear fancy attire daily. One time my mother asked me to get some water boiling in a pot before she comes home, and I asked her if I should use a pot with or without holes... That's how impractical I can get. She reminds me of it every day. I prefer to say a lot or nothing. I'd much rather fully explain myself and what's on my mind or totally dismiss it, rather than leave some parts unspoken and misunderstood (which is always, always the case). Lately, however, I'd say anything goes. Because lately, I let the flow do its job while I float around in space instead. /nonsense
nothing really im moving soon going to either Georgia or South Carolina i still get high alot lol so...ya if ya ever want to smoke let me know and will hangout and catch up
iam kayem
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