the eggrolls, too, cry...

Like a drunken monkey, Duckie came forth into the world with awe and wonder. Duckie is all that you want to be and strive for. he is your god, your mother, and your priest. He watches you at night, and smells your toes when you aren't watching. Duckie is everywhere.

He has the power to change your perception of life at will. He can make you want to rip your eyes out of their sockets, and will do so if threatened. he finds comfort in creating music and literature, as well as manipulating matter in space-time. He is a fan of life, and holder of a questionably quizzical wit. he can be found anywhere from sitting in front of a computer, to hanging from the side of a mountain from his fingertips.

Duckie wants no more than to make you question your own goals in life. To make you wonder why you do the things you do. To enjoy life.

In all reality, Writing and Art are my fascinations and life is my obsession. I can't get enough of it, and at the same time, I can't complain more about it. Journalism and all form of expression are my passion... its more than just a subject matter, and beyond comparison to a hobby. I actually don't think I would be able to live a full life without either... if it's one thing that I see as being the most important lesson to be learned, is self-expression & appreciation. Music is a great expression to logically share your emotions with others. It's a lot easier to share than a poem, or story in some ways... but neither should be ordered by # of importance. I've accepted every choice I have ever made in life. I don't believe in "mistakes" or "Gee, I wish I could of done different". No matter what the subject, no matter what the occurance, you can't change history. There's setbacks and jump-aheads... but I dont see anything as a mistake unless it leads to pure chaotic turmoil. In that retropect, I've only made two mistakes in my life... both of which, you will never know. =) So, my reasoning in this thought, is that... I like me. There are things about myself that I'm not particularly fond of, my appearance for example. I think I'm ass ugly-and there's not a thing anyone can ever say that would ever make me think any different. It's not low self-esteem. It's reality.
But beyond that... I know who I am, and I appreciate myself. Sure, there's flaws in many things... but I like who I am today-and there's no way I would be the person I am today, unless I made the choices I had, good & bad.

So.. blah.

Oh, and materialism sucks. It's only a fact of human existance to be materialistic on some level, but when tangible itemization overwhelms your entire persona... it's a sad fact you'll nevr amount to more than the one material good you cherish most. I hate people who hold a materialistic attitude to be overtly evident, and continue to mock other's for not aknowledging their tangible lifestyle. When it goes to your ego, youre personality fades.... and conformity has to be one of the most unfortunate circumstances of life.