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Preston's Interests
General
Biking, Swimming, Talking, Witing, Photography, Eating, Watching TV, Gardening, Children, Loving, Laughing, Sleeping, Walking, Running, Canoeing, Helping the Environment, Camping, Cooking Food Over a Fire, Making People's Day, Film-Making, Cooking, Reading, Writing, Digital Art, Photoshop, DeviantART, Friends, Teaching, Learning, Microbiology, Immunology, Neurology, Directing, Editing, CSS, Web-Design
Music
Dave Matthews Band, Gomez, Ben Harper, Andrew Bird, Neil Young, Stephen Stills, Sting, Van Morrison Train, Cat Stevens, Colin Hay, Howard Jones, Paul Simon, Christina Aguilera, Tracy Chapman, Enya, Loreena McKennitt, Madonna, Eddie Vedder, Seal, Moby, The Wallflowers, Jack Johnson, David Gray, Bruce Hornsby, Hootie and The Blowfish, Snow Patrol, Modest Mouse, Brandi Carlile, Sia, Michael Buble', Guster, Bjork, Billy Joel, Amos Lee, Patty Grifin, Tori Amos, Red Hot Chile Peppers, Gogol Bordello, Jem, Dido, Norah Jones, Rob Costlow, George Winston, David Lanz, George Gershwin
Movies
Freedom Writers, Solaris, Star Wars, V for Vendetta,
Television
The Office, House, Man vs. Wild, Nova, Law and Order, The Simpsons, Family Guy, Survivor, The Amazing Race, Mythbusters
About me: I am a poet that's barely traveled past the walls of this home, born-and-raised, childhood-memory, green-front-lawn, state-- of Minnesota.
I am a poet whose every footstep plants seeds of my someday trees blossoming in the cracks of that sidewalk, those cracks that I jump over, worried that the slightest slip, the slightest mis-step will rain down on me like the harsh voice of an angry companion.
I am a poet that speaks a sentence like it was the already almighty almost God at the tipity-top of that one big pyramid. I a poet that climbs that staircase to the apex the pinnacle the, no sir you cannot cross that line point-- at the end of my sentence.
I am a poet that's lived and died on black-tops, wood-chip playgrounds, long-brown-lunch tables on cloudy winter Tuesdays, schmoozdays, schooldays.
I am a poet that's felt every foot under my ankle, I've tasted every grain of dust that's fallen into the dirt beneath the marigolds on a Sunday afternoon.
I am a poet that new enough when he was five and told the world that they just couldn't stand the taste of coffee if it didn't have enough sugar.
I am a poet whose stories only ever begin at the end of the last ending, where time is getting so thin you can almost see through it, enough that when it all starts, when it all begins:
I - will - be - a - poet.
There once was this kid named Preston and he accidentally wore his slippers on the city bus. He was afraid that every one would notice. He told me that the first thing he always looks at is people's feet. I don't. I look at their hair and if they have a beard or unibrow. If they happen to have one of those little soul patches under their bottom lip I get a point. The moral is that preston should stop worrying about his feet and grow a soul patch because then every time i see him I would get a point.
Who I'd like to meet: I'd like to meet people who enjoy life, my friends I don't see as often anymore, the friends I see everyday, people with some, or most, of my interests, people I would never have met otherwise, people who want a good friend, people all over the world.
